You see, I learned a long time ago that there are limits to what a wise husband will say, especially to a wife from Tennessee. To underscore that truth, I thought I would post the following story.
Once upon a time, there were three friends. Each married a woman from the southeastern United States.
The first man married a woman from Alabama. He told her that she was to do the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days; but on the third day, he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and neatly put away.
The second man married a woman from Georgia. He gave his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, as well as the dishes and the cooking. The first day, he didn't see any results; but the next day, he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw that the house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.
The third man, however, married a girl from Tennessee. He ordered her to keep the house cleaned, the dishes washed, the lawn mowed, the laundry washed, and hot meals on the table for every meal.
He said the first day, he didn't see anything; the second day, he didn't see anything; but by the third day, some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye. His arm had also healed enough that he could just manage to fix himself a sandwich, load the dishwasher, and sweep the floors. He still has considerable difficulty when he cranks the lawnmower, though.
And that, my friends, is how and why I learned never (again) to push Mrs. Vickie too far!