Late Home, Again.

Once again I am in some deep doodoos at my place.

I was not home at my usual hour, and the "trouble and strife" was fuming, as the
clock ticked later and later.

Finally, about 3:00 AM she heard a noise at the front door, and as she stood at the top of the stairs, there I was, drunk as a skunk, trying to navigate the stairs.

'Do you realize what time it is," she said.

Not quite thinking straight, I answered, "Don't get excited, dearesht, I'm late because I bought shomething for the house."

Immediately her attitude changed, and as she ran down the stairs to meet me halfway, she asked, "What did you buy for the house, dear?"

I think my answer was the wrong one.

"A round of drinksh!"