Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were talking yesterday. Thibodeaux had been out for a few days with the flu. Boudreaux asked him how he was feeling. “Aw I’m alot better, tanks. You know, it was a wonderful experience.” he replied. Boudreaux asked “Wonderful? How can de flu be wonderful?” “Well, I learned that my Clotile really loves me. You know dat whenever the mailman came by or de milkman headed toward the door, Clotile ran out to meet dem an’ I could hear her all excited, yelling at dem ‘My husband is home! My husband is home!”