CAKE OR BED A  HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A  FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,   HONEY,   COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?   IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW..    HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,   FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?  DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE  GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?  I DON'T THINK SO.   FINE,   THEN THE WIFE  ASKS,  WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?  IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT   TO WHICH  HE REPLIED,  FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?  DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE  WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?  I DON'T THINK SO   FINE, SHE SAYS  THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS  TO THE FRONT DOOR?  THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK   I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T   WANT TO FIX STEPS  HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE  ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?  I DON'T THINK SO -I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.  I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!    SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A  COUPLE OF HOURS......................... .......   HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW  HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES  TO GO HOME  AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.   AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE  HALL LIGHT IS WORKING   AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES  THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.    HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED? SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT   OUTSIDE AND CRIED.   JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME  WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.   HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER   GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE HIM A CAKE.    HE SAID, SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?   SHE REPLIED,  HELLOOOOO...   DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN  ON MY FOREHEAD?