I was feeling all sorts of sympathetic for my poor tired husband, until on the way out the door he said, "Oh, yeah, I forgot to take out the garbage. Can you take care of that?"
I blinked at him for a moment.
"But, Todd," I said, "I don't think I remember how to take out the garbage! I got married so I wouldn't have to take out the garbage anymore!"
There was a distinct lack of sympathy in his eyes as he left...and an evil laugh, too.
I did manage to figure it out. But shhh! Don't tell him.