Today, Mavis decided to bag Joab's clothes - specifically that he was wearing a shirt that wasn't ironed. Well, she bagged several of his clothes (and Kal and I joined in), but the shirt came under special attention.
"It makes you look like a grub," Mavis said.
"I AM a grub," Joab said.
"Please, just iron your shirts!"
"But then I would have to iron them."
I pointed out that there was a very simple solution to this problem. "Take a look around at all the pretty girls at church, choose one, marry her, and then make her do your ironing."
Joab was not convinced. "I could just pay Sam to do it for me. How much would you charge?"
"$20 a hour."
"Seems reasonable. I shall consider it."
I personally think he should go for the wife. It's probably cheaper in the long term, and she'll even do the cooking and the cleaning.