Laura helped me caulk the house in preparation for painting. We split up to maximize our efficiency. After a few minutes I hollered over to ask her how it was going.
Me: How’s it going?
Laura: Good. How’s it going for you?
Me: Fine.
It’s pretty hard work and I’m skeptical regarding how well she’s really doing.
I give her a few more minutes, climb off my ladder and walk over to inspect her handy work. The house looks like it has chickenpox and she’s put calamine lotion over every single nail head. It really does look good.
Me: Nice job. It looks great.
Laura: I know. Bet you didn’t know you were marrying the female Bob Vila!