One March day my wife said that the house needed painting. "It's 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
neighbour passed by. "Aren't you ashamed?" she asked. "How can you sit
there drinking beer while your wife is up on a ladder painting the
Glancing up at my wife, I responded, "She doesn't like beer."