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• By Thursday, I forgot the car washing idea and was standing around our living room looking out the window. It seemed harmless enough.
• Have you heard the old saying, "An idle husband is a wife's workhorse?"
• I heard those familiar words beginning with "Honey ..." And a streak of panic flowed through my body, freezing up every muscle I still had. "Honey, our car really needs a good washing."
• Now, that was bad enough and I think I could have worked out something else except - before I could clear my throat, she added a phrase no husband wants to hear. "Don't you agree?"
• If I say, "No," I am in trouble.
• If I say, "Yes," I am in trouble.
• I am duped if I do not and doped if I do. How is a husband to win with the odds so stacked against him?
• With a feigned meekness that would make St. Francis of Assisi envious, I said what all good husbands say under similar conditions, "Yes, Dear."
• The next three hours found me outside, vigorously washing Old Nelly. As I washed her, I could feel someone (I am not mentioning any names) watching from our living room window.
• The smile on my face camouflaged the clenched teeth behind it.
• Just as I was putting the finishing touches on the wax job, I felt something cold on the back of my neck. At first, being engrossed in my chore, I did not pay any at

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