Don’t Get Smart With Me

(My brunette wife has two college degrees and is probably one of the smartest women I know, but even she has her blonde moments. We’ve recently moved and I warn her that the propane is out at the old house and so the heater won’t be on when she goes over to finish getting odds and ends out. We’re planning to do some work on it before we put it on the market.)

Wife: “Honey, that’s dangerous. What if there’s a leak? The whole house could explode.”

(I look at my brother who is sitting at the table with us.)

Me: “Wait for it…”

Wife: *whacks herself on the head* “Oh crap. If we are out, then there is nothing to leak. Next time, marry a smart woman.”

Brother: “Nah, she wouldn’t have him.”