Susie’s husband, George, had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, prompting frequent visits by their parish priest. Things were looking grim, but she was next to her husband’s bedside every single day without exception.

One day as George slipped back into consciousness, he motioned for her to come nearer. She pulled the chair close to the bed and put her ear close so she could hear him.

“You know,” George whispered, his eyes filling with tears. “You have been with me through all the bad times. When I got fired, you stuck by me. When my business went under, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you were there. My health started failing, and low and behold you were there by my side. And you know what Susie?”

“What dear,” she asked, gently stroking his hand.

“I’ve decided you’re bad luck.”

🤣😂

I hate hotel bath towels. They are too thick and fluffy.

I can’t even close my suitcase.

🤣😂

I got my wife a metal detector for our fortieth wedding anniversary.

The only problem. She keeps digging up the past.

Have a joke to share?  Send it to editor@majellan.org.au