Doing loads of "I'll get round to it soon" jobs.
First one is clearing out the garage.
Crowbarred the wife off the couch to give me a hand as I wasn't going to do it all myself.
30 minutes of virtually doing it all by myself anyway as she was just standing there I said to her...
"Mind out the way while I brush the floor; it's full of dust."
"Yeah" she said "I don't want to be breathing that in."
"Oh it's not you breathing it in that worries me." I said. "It's just that it might settle on you in layers."
Cue the door getting slammed as she stormed back into the house, and me standing there crying laughing