I am a very lucky guy. I have an incredible wife. She knows me better than anyone I have ever known, she gets me and SHE STILL LOVES ME and puts up with my meshagass (Yiddish – literally, insanity or more descriptively, happy horse shit.) Oh, don’t get me wrong, she is a world class utzer and she gets great pleasure out of making fun of me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love her.
She has her own meshagass,not that hers comes anywhere close to mine; still, she feels happy to have someone who puts up with her and loves her. She thinks of me as “a gift.” But when we went to the oral surgeon and he told us that I needed to see a maxillofacial specialist and have my jaw replaced, after she finished a two minute stream of expletives she said, “I should have looked this #!@%*ing gift horse in the mouth.”
When I told this story to one of my buddies recently, he started laughing about the equine reference and gave me the punch line to this limerick.
When I proposed, this “gift horse” had to beg.
And I’m lucky lucky she didn’t renege.
If she looked in my mouth first,
It could have been the worst…
It’s a good thing I didn’t break my leg!