Hubby Update
Oct 16, 2007
There's a Mouse in the House

Okay ladies its time for your best hubby tale. We'll ladies, for me, I was awakened suddenly this morning at 6am by the words "There's a mouse." Since I was in a deep sleep, the words did not register. What did register was the view of my husband standing near the bed in his favorite camouflage cap in shorts and a t-shirt fixated on a location by the window.

I rolled over to ignore the entire scene then suddenly I realized that he had a big trash can in his left hand and the top to the trash can in his right hand.
What occurred next was very sudden, I realized that the area he was fixated on was two feet from the bed and he had used the word "mouse." I jumped from the bed and ran to the doorway dazed with my heart palpitating.

"Did you say mouse?," I said.

"Yes, I've been up since 3:00a.m. I kept hearing a rustling noise and I knew he was in the room. There he is right there." Hubbies eyes were beaming. He had the concentration of a FBI agent, the stillness of a manikin in Macy's holding a white trash can in one hand and the top in the other. He stood perfectly still and then lunged at the top of the bookcase Knocking the pesky rodent into the trash can.

I jumped back. I heard it thrusting around inside the can in loud thumps. I screamed. "Oh my God. Thank God you heard it. Thank God you caught it. But you didn't get any sleep. Why didn't I hear it?"

My mind reflected that I could have had a heard attack if the critter had scurried past me in the middle of the night. A big smile illuminated my husband as if he had caught a whale fishing.

" I should bash his head in with a brick" he said smiling. (man gene)

"No," I insisted. "Just let him go outback." (woman gene)

"He'll find his way back into the house to enjoy our nice heat if I let him go. I'll take him to the dumpster." he began his trek through the house to the front door. I opened the front door and watched as hubby and the mouse walked into the rising sun.

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When One Flesh Worships
J. T. Wright
Excerpt from  Chapter 6



Over the years, I have realized I did not know what was on the inside of my own husband. He is a warrior. He is the King of his house. He knows what to do in times of emergencies. He is the man.

 He might sit around on Sundays watching football and screaming at the TV. He falls asleep when we go to see romantic comedies like Sleepless in Seattle (which I love). On the other hand, beads of sweat pop out on his forehead when he watches action movies like Matrix.

 He reminds me of the generals who have first dibs at the golf course on the base and the racquetball courts because they are the general. They seem like they get all the favors, recreation and games. However, when war breaks out you find out why they are the generals. That’s why the devil hates men  .   .   .

I think herein lies the reason the woman was sent to Adam. I believe the Lord knew that man would be hated by the enemy. The devil and the man would battle. The majority of the people in prison are men not women. The enemy makes life harder for a man. Man needed some level of pleasure from somewhere. Somebody who would love him and bring him pleasure and fun. I think the Lord was basically saying, man, things are not going to be easy for you on earth but if you can find yourself a wife she is going to be a “good thing” for you.

She is going to help you through everything you have to go through. No matter how intelligent you are, how much money you make, your husband needs a wife who will bring him a degree of comfort, encouragement and pleasure. But above all he needs his wife to love him.

copyright 2006 J. T. Wright
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