The wife and I are between jobs and working on the house as it’s a flip property. It’s a tiny little beach cottage, and so spartan that it didn’t even have gutters.

I’m not traditionally very handy, but I can handle gutters. I buy what I need, and later I’m up on the ladder with the level, making sure the gutters slope properly because the roof itself isn’t quite level.

I climb down after marking my drill holes. My wife is at the window.

Wife: “You’re making sure the gutters are at an angle, right?”

Me: “Yep! That’s why I have the level, to make sure it’s not.”

Cue eyeroll. I thought it was funny.