I really must paint the skirting on the back side of my house today. If I procrastinate until tomorrow, I will be rained on (according to the forecast) and run afoul of my wife's plan to spend the entire afternoon grocery shopping.
The excessive time spent getting food is necessary because she intends to make her monthly trip to the commissary, a two-hour drive away, tomorrow. I am against this because we also need to visit my credit union and it isn't open on Sundays. We'll see if my feminine logic can hold up to hers.
