What kind of music do mummies listen to? Wrap music.

I can remember sitting in the big chair when I was a kid and watching all those old sit-coms from the decades before.  There was a running gag in a lot of them about relationships that had me scratching my head. 

This particular joke reminds me of one of those plots.  Married couple, relationship has gone stale, and instead of talking they're using a mediator to do what they should do themselves.


With a twist.

The moral of the story?  Don't watch old sit-coms.




After thirty years of marriage a husband and wife go for counseling.

When asked what the problem is, the wife goes into a tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the years they had been married.

On and on she goes: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable—an entire laundry list of unmet needs she has endured.

Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist gets up, walks around the desk, and after asking the wife to stand, he embraces and kisses her long and passionately as her husband watches with a raised eyebrow.

The woman shuts up and quietly sits down as though in a daze.

The therapist turns to the husband and says, “This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?”

“Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish.”