For years, a woman suffered from terrible headaches.
One evening, she came home smiling from ear to ear.
Her husband looked up and asked, "What's got you in such a good mood?"
"You know those headaches I've had for years?" she said. "They're completely gone!"
"Seriously? How?"
"My friend Margie recommended a hypnotist. He told me to stand in front of a mirror and repeat three times:
'I don't have a headache.
I don't have a headache.
I don't have a headache.'
"And believe it or not... it worked!"
"That's amazing," her husband said.
After a moment, she smiled mischievously.
"You know... you haven't exactly been the romantic type lately. Maybe you should visit the same hypnotist."
The husband laughed.
"Couldn't hurt."
A few days later, he came home from his appointment.
Without saying a word, he grabbed his wife by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
"Stay right here," he said. "I'll be back in a second."
He disappeared into the bathroom.
A minute later, he returned with a huge grin on his face.
That night, he was more energetic and affectionate than he'd been in years.
When it was over, his wife looked at him in amazement.
"Wow," she said. "That was incredible."
He smiled.
"Don't move. I'll be right back."
He disappeared into the bathroom again.
When he returned, he somehow outdid himself.
His wife was absolutely stunned.
"I have no idea what that hypnotist did," she laughed, "but it worked miracles."
The husband stood up once more.
"Don't go anywhere."
As he headed back toward the bathroom for a third time, curiosity finally got the better of her.
She quietly followed him and peeked through the half-open door.
There he was...
Standing in front of the mirror.
Pointing at his own reflection.
Repeating over and over:
"She's not my wife."
"She's not my wife."
"She's not my wife."
His funeral will be held this Saturday.
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