My Wife’s Logic

Closet door 02In my wildest fantasy I own a house with an infinitely large room which I use for storage. I store every moment of my experience, and have available to me a device with which I can instantly retrieve all stored items.

My wildest fantasy is my wife’s nightmare. “Who will clean the room, keep it organized, keep some free space in your room?”

I will – with my magical device which passes all understanding!

She replies, “But without understanding, all will be chaos, as now, as before, and therefore also in future.”

Why are wives so full of the right logic? Such inverterate spoilers of wild fantasies?