combA husband and wife had been married only a few short years, and he was getting fed up with being bossed around by his wife; so he went to see a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist told the husband that he needed to build his self-esteem, and gave him a booklet on assertiveness to read.

By the time he reached home, he had finished reading the booklet. He stormed into the house and walked up to his wife, pointed a finger in her face and said,

"From now on, I want you to know that 'I" am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert. Then, after dinner, you're going to draw me my bath so I can relax. And then when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"

"The funeral director?" replied his wife.