Anniversary Night

On their anniversary night, the husband sat his wife sat down in the den
with her favorite magazine, turned on the soft reading lamp, slipped off
her shoes, patted and propped her feet and announced that he was
preparing dinner all by himself. "How romantic!" she thought.
Two-and-a-half hours later, she was still waiting for dinner to be
served. She tiptoed to the kitchen and found it a colossal mess. Her
harried husband, removing something indescribable from the smoking oven,
saw her in the doorway.

"Almost ready!" he vowed. "Sorry it took me so long — I had to refill
the pepper shaker."

"Why, honey, how long could that have taken you?"

"More'n an hour, I reckon. Wasn't easy stuffin' it through those dumb
little holes."

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