>A husbands nightmare...

>A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in
>their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and  wrappers
>strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open,
>as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
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>Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess.  A   lamp had
>been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.     In
>the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the
>family
>room was strewn with toys  and various items     of clothing. In the
>kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the
>counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the
>floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was
>spread by the back door.
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>He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of
>clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that
>something serious had happened.
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>He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out  the
>bath room door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and
>more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and
>toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
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>As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the
>bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and
>asked how his day went.
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>He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
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>She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home
>from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?"
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>"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
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>She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."