“This bugs me the worst. When the husband thinks the wife knows where
everything is, huh? Like they think the uterus is a tracking device. He
comes in: “Hey Roseanne! Roseanne! Do we have any cheeto’s left?” Like
he can’t go over and lift up that sofa cushion himself…”
Man, you and any housewife, have all sorts of pain and joy. You’d have soul if you gave into it.