Treat the wife like a cannon with a lit fuse. It’s gonna blow, and when it blows - you always want the cannon pointing in a different direction than the direction you happen to be sitting in.
The cannon can shoot at birds who pooped on your sidewalk, it can shoot at the in-laws, a bad driver, a crack in the sidewalk, or chewing gum that stuck to her shoe in high school.
After a while, you’ll learn to point the cannon in another direction - for some reason, that cannon has a natural tendency to migrate towards you, I suspect it’s body heat.
[ Treat the wife like a cannon with a lit fuse. It’s gonna blow, and when it blows - you always want the cannon pointing in a different direction than the direction you happen to be sitting in. ]
A good friend of mine has a saying when I am agrivated which totally makes me laugh when she says it to me:
“Who lit the fuse on your tampon?”
Though I wouldn’t recommend saying it to anyone’s wife if they don;t have a sense of humour like i do.