devotional husbands

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.
From morning till night (and sometimes later),
she was always complaining about something.
The only time he got any relief was when he was out
plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.


One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought
him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade,
sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch.
Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.

All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with
both hind feet; caught her smack in the back
of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister
noticed something rather odd.  When a woman
mourner would approach the old farmer, he would
listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement;
but when a man mourner approached him,
he would listen for a minute, then shake his
head in disagreement This was so consistent,
the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the
 old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head
and agreed with the women, but always shook his
head and disagreed with all the men.

The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come
 up and say something about how nice my wife looked,
or how pretty her dress was,
so I'd nod my head in agreement."

"And what about the men?" the minister asked.

"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.