A clipping for the refrigerator. Or a husband's wallet.

My sweet sis RAW (no really, those are her initials) sent this to me from a newspaper (not that I needed to hear it!).

You Didn't Do What???

A man came home from work one day and found total mayhem. The three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud. Empty food boxes and wrappers were strewn across the yard.

When he went inside, the mess was even worse. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against the wall. In the front room, the TV was loudly blaring on a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, cereal had been spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over more piles of clothes and toys, to look for his wife. He was becoming worried that she may be ill or that something serious had happened.

He found her in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a book. She looked up at him and smiled and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She smiled and answered, "You know how every day when you come home from work, you ask me what in the heck I do all day?"

"Yes," he said, baffled.

"Well," she said, "today I didn't do any of it!"

(Author unknown)