We are doing some remodeling at the hardware store and today's chores included some minor rewiring. Unfortunately, the rewiring required Hugh to lower himself into the crawlspace below the store; a space crawling with bugs and spiders and God knows what else.
Because I am a supportive wife, I held the trap door open for him while spouting such entertaining gems as "It puts the lotion in the basket! It rubs the lotion on it's skin or it gets the hose again!"
Hugh was not amused.
You would think that after eighteen years of marriage he would understand my humor.