It always makes me laugh, when it doesn't spur me into a blind rage, when the wife tries to formulate a cohesive thought. Inevitably, the pea rattling around in her chimp-like skull works its way to her mouth, and I have to suffer through five seconds of the most inane gibberish I've ever heard, before giving her a
cautionary punch to the solar plexus.
Sometimes I wonder why God didn't bless women with prehensile tails and opposable toe-thumbs to complement their simian wit, it certainly would have helped them to wash and dry the dishes at the same time....but God's design is not to be questioned.