
Ruthie, honey, you could have gotten a divorce instead of killing him, but it's too late now.
Harvey had been in failing health and apparently this caused a lot of stress in their household.
How many times can a woman hear, "Ruthie, what's there to drink?" before she goes insane and grabs the butcher knife?
"Ruthie, where are my madras shorts?"
"Did you polish my golf cleats?"
"So how should I be?"
It's a miracle more oldsters aren't stabbing their spouses, but mark my words, there will be a lot more as the baby boomers age, patience runs out and health fails.
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