Friday, August 10, 2007

Quilting Day


I've always learned that life was full of obstacles and woes.
I've learned to live with sickness, death, taxes, heaven knows.
I've taken all these things in stride, the problems and the strife,
But one I didn't count on, was a Quilter for a wife.

I come home from work....the stove is cold, the dirty clothes, still there,
The suit I wanted cleaned today, still laying on the chair.
"Where's Mama, son?" I asked my boy, "This house is such a mess."
"Why, all the sheets are missing, we've been burglarized I guess."

"No, Mama stripped down all the beds and took the sheets away.
She cut them into little strips and pieced two quilts today."
"Why every pair of pants I own is cut in little squares."
"I'm demonstrating applique," my lovely wife declares.

I show up in the office in my boxer shorts and tie.
My secretary giggles and the clerks give me the eye.
It's freezing cold, I'm shaking and my knees are turning blue.
My boss considered firing me, but his wife's a quilter too.

I told him what happened and he said he could believe.
I noticed that the coat he wore had only half a sleeve.
A husband needs a loving wife... to help him when he's ill.
To soothe and comfort, mop his brow and help him take his pills.

Should influenza strike you, your life's not worth a dime,
Particularly if it hits at Quilt Convention time.
You'll lay there in an empty house, in pain and deep despair,
While the workshops and the lectures keep your wife's attention, there.

You learn to ask no questions when she smiles and drives away,
Rushing to the Fabric Shop for a big sale there, today.
She's gone for hours, then drags back home, all bleary eyed and down.
Now who'd believe a lie like that? She must be running round.

But I'll get by, I always do, some days are fine, some not.
When your wife's a Quilter, you tolerate a lot.
I know that when my life is through and I pass away,
They'll have to set my funeral... so it's not a Quilting Day.

(Author: unknown)

3 comments:

  1. Oh my yes - was that a HOOT or what???? And the O Henry ending was the capper - I giggled all the way thru. My poor long-suffering hunny kept asking what's so funny about this?? I gave him that quiz in a restrauant, over calamari. He's a goner. LMAO!!!

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  2. That is so funny. I read it to my husband and his exact words were "that sounds like you". LOL It's nice starting out the day with a laugh =D

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  3. Very, very funny! I must make a copy of this for my Quilt Ministry friends at church, they'd just love it! Thanks!

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Michele Bilyeu blogs "With Heart and Hands" as she journeys between Douglas, Alaska and Salem, Oregon.