My husband is a workaholic, so we hardly see each other. Just to spend some time with him, I climbed onto the roof one day while he was putting up shingles. But after a while, I'd had enough. "We don't do anything fun," I said. "We never go out like other couples." "What do you mean?" said my husband. Putting down his hammer, he gazed into my eyes and, with as much romance as he could muster, said, "So who did I ask to go to the dump with me this morning?"