Two old friends met after many years apart.

“Tell me,” said one woman, “what happened to your son?”

“My son, the poor lad,” sighed the mother.

“What an unfortunate marriage he had to a girl who won’t lift a finger around the house. All she does is sleep, loaf around, and read in bed.

“Can you believe it? The poor boy even brings her breakfast in bed every morning.”

“That’s really awful,” said her friend. “And what about your daughter?”

“Ah, she’s the lucky one! She married an angel. He won’t let her do anything around the house.

“And every morning he brings her breakfast in bed.

“She can sleep as long as she wants and relax all day.”