Wife: How long is it since I first asked you to paint this room?
Husband: I'm doing it now.
It must be at least a year.
You're not wearing that shirt are you?
Because I will be the one who has to wash it if you get paint on it.
OK - Ill put an old one on.
I'll get one for you. You won't know where they are. It's been a year since you last used it - you'll have forgotten where it is.
Thank you, my dear.
Don't 'my dear' me. I know all about your sarcasm.
Husband: Where's the paint?
Wife: I'll get it. I put it away so we didn't fall over it.
Wife returns with the paint and departs.
Husband alone starts to paint muses: I can't think why I don't experience the pleasures of decorating more often.