Wedded Bliss

As Dave walked through the front door, he stopped in mid-whistle. Norah did not greet him with his coming-home kiss. Instead she stood in the living room with her hands on her hips. It looked like she was ready for combat.

“The bed was unmade,” Norah said to her husband. “Your bed was unmade.”


“Why did you do that?” Anger was in her voice.

“I was in a hurry.”

“You wanted me to make your bed, didn’t you?”

“No. I would do what I used to do. I would make it when I got home. I’m home now. I’ll make my bed.”

“You’re turning into a husband. You know that?”

“Well, I am your husband. Why are you getting so upset?”

“Oh, I hate when you do that.”

“When I do what?”

“That smug tone in your voice.”

“What smug tone in my voice?”

“Oh,” Norah said frustrated, then she walked away.

Dave looked at her back. “What? No welcome home kiss?”

Norah turned and glared at Dave. “You know what you can kiss.” Then she left for the kitchen.

Dave went into the bedroom. Both twin beds were made. He walked back toward the kitchen. Then decided against it. This was no time to be near her. She might throw something. Most likely she would miss but why take chances.

Dave had fallen in love with Norah because of her passion. The thing was lately she was getting passionate over things that didn’t matter. Then he remembered his father’s advice. “It’s the little things that matter.”

Thinking about his father’s wisdom, Dave sneaked out the front door. Fifteen minutes later, he was back. He walked into the kitchen and said, “These came for you.”

Norah turned and saw the roses. She rushed into Dave’s arms. They kissed, then she said, “I’m sorry.”

Dave smiled and said, “I’m sorry too. From now on, I’ll make the bed.”

Recently, at their fortieth wedding anniversary, they were asked, “What makes a good marriage?”

Without thinking, Dave said, “Making the bed.”

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