The husband was not home at his usual hour, and the wife was fuming, as the clock ticked later and later.
Finally, at about 3 A.M., she heard a noise at the front door, and as she stood at the top of the stairs, there was her husband, drunk as a skunk, trying to navigate the stairs.
"Do you realize what time it is?" she asked.
"Don't get excited," he slurred. "I'm late because I bought something for the house."
Immediately, her attitude changed, and as she ran down the stairs to meet him halfway, she asked, "What did you buy for the house, dear?"