One day we were having one of those talks about the dishes. You know the one--it probably sounds the same in every household. The wife asks, ever so politely, "Would you mind occasionally washing the dishes after supper, honey? I would sure appreciate it."
On this particular day, Mike gave an answer he'll never live down: "Well I would do the dishes, it's just that...that..."
After a long pause, the rest of his sentence spewed out in one nervous stream:
"It's just that I never know how much soap to use!"
I looked at him incredulously, then collapsed in a fit of disbelieving laughter.
"Mr. Larson, that is the poorest, lamest, most pathetic excuse that has ever passed through your lips!" His sheepish smile was all the proof I needed; he knew his excuse was completely bogus too.
How about you? Has your husband ever gone to great lengths to get out of housework?
P.S. The ribbing is all in fun; he's a great guy!