Doghouse Stories

Men can’t help themselves!
“My boyfriend and I had a huge fight the other day.  We had gone to a party with some friends and there was this woman there who had obviously had breast surgery.  I didn’t know they made them that big and apparently neither did my boyfriend. Anyway, he couldn’t take his eyes off her chest and to make matters worse, he walked over to her to get a closer view.  I was furious!  We didn’t talk the whole way home.  He slept on the couch that night.  The next day, when I got home from work, there were cutout footprints taped to the floor leading to the bedroom.  On the nightstand were a dozen long stemmed roses and a bottle of champagne.  Over the bed was a sign that said,  “I am sorry , will you please forgive me?”  He was lying in the bed and wearing one of those plastic “boobie” costume.  I laughed so hard, that I had to give in.  Men really can’t help themselves. Hey, I looked too!”
Jenny, Cincinnati, Ohio

Relationships are a puzzle
“After a particularly big fight, I decided that just saying “I’m sorry” wasn’t going to be enough.  I took a picture of myself holding a sign that said I’m sorry and I love you.  I cut up the picture and sent it to him with a note that said,  “Relationships can be such a puzzle sometime.  Put this one together to reveal the message.   He called me when he put it together and said “I hate it when we fight.  I love you, will you marry me?” That was eight years ago and we now have two children, a dog, a parakeet and live in the suburbs.”
G. Ross, Philadelphia, PA

The way to a man’s heart…
“When we first got married, we bought a brand-new car which was the car my husband usually drove.  He was a salesman and needed it for business so I got to drive the pickup truck.  On Saturdays  and Sundays I got to drive it.  The second Sunday I drove it, I wrecked it.  I knew he was going to be really mad because he had to leave early the next morning.  He was! We rented a car from one of those el cheapo car places (the only place we could find open).  When he left I went to the florist and ordered a bunch of I’m sorry and I love you balloons to send to him at work.  He was soooooooo embarrassed, but it did soften him up a little.  It didn’t hurt that I had dinner waiting and greeted him wearing only a bow tie and served him bow-tie pasta.  We had dessert in bed.  Needless to say, he didn’t stay mad.  This is now a ritual and whenever one of us gets in the doghouse, the other gets to do the cookin’…”
Donna, Zion, Ill

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