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Sometimes, I scratch my head when people say something that I can’t believe is true. That has happened over the years when my wife, Joi says silly things like - “I like to paint. It’s fun. I don’t like to do it all the time, but I like to paint.” I guess it’s a perspective thing.  I’m not particularly eager to paint and would prefer to pay someone to paint. Joi likes to paint and chooses not to pay something to paint. So, if it makes her happy, I let her paint, which leaves me in an awkward situation of meandering around the house feeling guilty that she is painting and I’m watching paint dry.  I wonder if she hatched this evil plan to make me feel like a lazy husband? It’s good she works out so she can keep climbing that ladder? Is that paint on that expensive workout outfit? Hmm… she does seem to be enjoying it. Oh well, happy wife, happy life - right? I guess it’s a perspective thing.  One day, Joi was painting my office. I walked into my world domination chamber and she was up on a ladder with a confused