A little anecdote.
The man began to develop depression from the fact that his wife does everything better than he does, and still prevents him from doing so. They decided to glue the wallpaper, the man on the third canvas surrendered - the back was sick. My wife cries, but cries. The fence began to paint - the neighbor came with a bubble - the fence was not painted. My wife took it, painted it.
The neighbor decided to encourage: But you can ride higher than her on the fence!
The man rejoiced that at least in something better than his wife, runs to his wife: let's see who is above the fence!
The grandmother raised her shirt, struck her leg and turned 70 centimeters. Here the man pleased breadth spreads, and his wife: Where? Let’s be honest – without hands!