LONG HAPPY MARRIAGE

oneta sammy

I’ve been working too hard.  Found a skit from years ago.  Decided to share a peek in our morning routine.  Just enough truth to be funny I hope!  😀

ONETA/SAMMY – MORNING ROUTINE – LONG HAPPY MARRIAGE

Alarm clock goes off:

Sammy, before you go in there, let the dog out.

You can’t wait? Well, neither can he.   Ok, I’ll let him out myself.

I go to the door with dog:

Get about your business and stay out of the Bakers’ yard.

Close door.

Honey, do you know what the weather is going to be? Can you look in the paper? … Well, get it. ….Ok, I’ll get it myself….

    ….I can’t get the paper. It’s in the street.  I wish the paper boy would throw it close by.   I can’t go out there cause I’m not dressed yet.  I want to shower first.
…..Would you call the dog. Well, he comes better if you call. You can whistle. …
Ok, I’ll do it.

Go to door:

  “Whoot, whooooot”    Sammy, I can’t whistle.

Here, puppy, puppy.   Come, come.
Buttons, you dumb dog.  You get in here.
I told you to stay out of the Baker’s yard! Go in our own yard!

Sees Mrs. Baker, waves

Hi, Mrs. Baker. Sorry about that.

Closes door.

Sammy, he went in the Baker’s yard again. ….
Well, buy a fence!

We could buy enough to get by – at least enough for the dog to go in. …
We’re not completely broke. You still find enough money for the fitness center every month.

But I needed new shoes! One pair I bought last week don’t feel good!  And the other pair are not the right color.

Ok, I’ll shut up about the fitness center – you shut up about the shoes!
Just get a fence somehow!

LONG HAPPY MARRIAGES DON’T COME WITHOUT A PATIENT SPOUSE or TWO!

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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13 Responses to LONG HAPPY MARRIAGE

  1. pranabaxom says:

    Oh, hilarious. And I second that. Many more happy years to you and Sammy.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thanks. I did some of these skit things back when I was active in Toastmasters, Int. when I had to have speeches about every month. They were fun, but a long time ago.

  2. nickyab says:

    Lol very true! 😂🤣😎

  3. Faye says:

    Reality of life and marriage. thank you for the entry. Patience indeed is needed even before the honeymoon is over. such is the way of all of us who are really very imperfect people. xx

  4. Dawn Marie says:

    I think I’ve read somewhere “good fences make great neighbors.” 😂🤣😂🤣 Hugs to you for your perfectly “constructed” marriage! ❤️

  5. wcwhitfield says:

    That’s for sure patience is a virtue and treating each other with love and respect as the Bible mentions. Thank you for the skit

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