Two women are discussing marriage, and one says, "We've been married 10 years, and every night my husband has complained about the dinner. Not one night without complaining about the food."

"That's awful," the other woman says. "That must really bother you."

"No, not in the slightest," says the first one.

"You must be a saint," her friend says.

"Why should I object?" the first one says. "A lot of people don't like their own cooking."