Last week, when Dave and I invited friends to kayak with us at a new spot, they were all for it until we mentioned it would be Wednesday.
"Ohhh, Wednesday," said the wife, "that's the day I clean my kitchen and scrub the floor."
I think I giggled.
"When do you do your cleaning?" she asked.
"Whenever I want," I told her. "And when I don't want to, I don't."
That solicited another "ohhh" from her.
"I wouldn't get anything done," she said, "if I didn't have a specific day when I do it. That way, I know when not to schedule something else."