My wife and I were walking down the street…

As we were walking we saw a drunk homeless man stumbling around. My wife snickered upon seeing him. I asked, “why are you laughing?” And she said, “8 years ago that man asked me to marry him, and I turned him down. Im glad I did, or I would end up just like him.” I said, “Wow, 8 years, and he’s *still* celebrating!” My wife turned around and began yelling at me. “We’re done” she said, “Pack your bags.” As I packed my bags I turned to my wife, and said, “I have a problem I thought I should let you know about.” “NO” she said “WE have a problem! Our marriage is falling apart and its escalated to far. Hurry up and pack and then get out of my damn house!” I then said, “Then I suppose its no use to mention it.” As I continued to pack my wife pestered me, asking for me to tell her what happened. I then had to explain to her how *we* got her sister pregnant.