I was starting to think home-cooked meals were something I'd only dreamed about like a clean house. Sandy: Well, consider- ing how often you're out late, I certainly have a right to get out myself once in a while... you're never around to notice what the house looks like, anyway. Ken: Oh, I notice. That's one reason I stay out. Sandy: Well, you could lift a finger to help me once in a while. You always leave your stuff all over the place and expect me to pick up after you. Ken: Hey, who pays the bills around here? The housework is your job! Sandy: So give me a salary. You're the one who made me quit my job, you know. Ken: Well, you didn't seem any too sorry to do it. Sandy: I'm sorry now. Ken: Oh, you were so sweet when we first married. Sandy: Of course I was ... I hadn't been through any real hardship!
