Jack woke up with a huge hangover after attending his company’s Christmas party. He didn’t even remember how he got home.
As bad as he felt, he wondered if he had done something stupid the night before.
He forced his eyes open and was surprised to see a couple of aspirin and a glass of water on the bedside table. Beside them was a single red rose.
Jack sat up and noticed his clothes had been neatly folded on a chair. The room was spotless.
Confused, he walked into the kitchen and found a full breakfast waiting for him, along with a note from his wife:
“Breakfast is in the oven. I left early to go shopping. Love you!”
Jack was shocked. After the kind of night he’d had, he expected anger and yelling.
His son came into the kitchen, and Jack asked,
“What happened last night?”
The son replied,
“You came home drunk, crashed into the coffee table, broke a lamp, threw up in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye walking into the door.”
Jack stared in disbelief.
“So why is everything so nice? Why is your mother being so sweet to me?”
The son grinned and said,
“Well, when Mom tried to help you take off your pants, you yelled…”
“Lady, leave me alone! I’m married!”
