Christine and George were friends of mine when we lived in Stephenville. As was her custom, Christine was the first one up in the morning to get the two kids ready for school and her husband off to work.

On this particular winter morning, when she pulled open the drapes, she was greeted with a blinding, howling blizzard outside.

"George," she shouted to her husband, "get up and have a look; you can't see a thing!"

"Well," came the muffled reply from underneath the sheets, "if I can't see a thing, what good is it to get up and have a look?"

...and pulling the covers more tightly around himself, he drifted back to sleep.   Submitted By: NULL