Yesterday when I got home from work at the usual time, 6pm, I quickly found that it had not been one of my wife’s better days.
On days like these, nothing I can say or do seems to be right.
By 7pm, things had not changed, so I suggested that I go outside, pretend I had just got home, and we start all over again.
My wife agreed.
So, I went outside, came back in and, with a big smile, announced, “Honey, I’m home!”
“And just where have you been?” she replied sharply. “It’s after seven o’clock!”
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