You rolled your eyes as you packed the picnic basket, muttering under your breath about your hapless husband Soap. "Soap!" you called up the stairs.* "How long does it take to find your swim trunks? We were supposed to be on the road half an hour ago!" A clatter sounded from the bedroom followed by a muffled "Ow!" and then thumping footsteps. Soap appeared at the top of the stairs, basket in hand. "Sorry dear, I know I'm hopeless, but you agreed to love me forever when you said 'I do'!"