One March day my wife said that the house needed painting. Its still winter, I replied. Forget it.



In April, she told me she had bought some exterior latex. I said that it was still too cold to paint.



In May, I heard her outside one day yelling for help, and we set up the ladder so she could start painting. Then I went inside to get a beer. As I sat in a lawn chair not far from where my wife was working, a neighbor passed by. Arent you ashamed? she asked. How can you sit there drinking beer while your wife is up on a ladder painting the house?



Glancing up at my wife, I responded, She doesnt like beer.