Her husband came back home from work to find their two kids playing in the driveway covered in paint, a broken window with a hole the size of a tennis ball, every room of the house in a clutter of mess, and no dinner waiting for him.
Worried that something had happened to her, he rushed upstairs, only to find her curled up in bed in her pyjamas, reading a magazine.
"What on Earth is going on here?" he asked. She smiled warmly before replying, "You know how yesterday you asked me exactly
