Cake or bed (one for the mob from Venus)

A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrupted, "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."

Then the wife asks, "Well then, could you fix the fridge door, it won't close right?"

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 could you at least fix the front steps before they break?"

"I'm not a carpenter and I don't want to fix the steps." he says, "Does it look like I have Mitre 10 Hardware written on my forehead? I don't think so." "I've had enough of you, I'm going to the pub."

So he goes to the pub and after a couple of hours and a few beers 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 fixed and the hall light is working OK. He goes to the fridge for a beer and notices the door is fixed.

"Honey," he asks, How did all this get fixed?"

She replied, "After you left, I sat outside and cried. 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."

"What sort of cake did you make?" asked the husband.

She replied, "Helloooo.. do you see Margaret Fulton written on my forehead? I don't think so!"