I arrived home from work at my usual time, 5 PM. I quickly discovered that it had not been one of my wife's better days.
Nothing I said or did seemed to be right.
By 7 PM things had not gotten any better, so before a fight started in earnest I suggested, "Why don't I go outside, pretend I've just gotten home, and start all over again?"
My wife agreed. I went outside, came back in and, with a big smile, announced, "Honey, I'm home!"
"And just where have you been? It's after seven o'clock