It was Christmas Eve, and after spending the entire day battling crowded malls, impossible parking, and last-minute shoppers, a wife finally stumbled home carrying enough shopping bags to bankrupt Santa himself.
That night, as she slipped into bed, her exhausted husband noticed something unusual on the inside of her thigh.
“Wait a second… what’s that?” he asked, squinting suspiciously.
With a proud smile, she said, “Oh, I stopped by a tattoo parlor today. On one leg I had them tattoo ‘Merry Christmas,’ and on the other one ‘Happy New Year.’”
Her husband stared in stunned silence.
“Why on earth would you do that?” he finally asked.
She grinned wickedly and replied:
“Because now you can’t complain there’s nothing to eat between Christmas and New Year!”
