If this story gets out, I may get killed for telling it, but I can't resist.

Yesterday, just before dark, my wife went to the garden for some tomatoes. After about ten inches of rain, you would think she would know better. She said one foot sank in almost up to her knee, and the other couldn't get enough traction to pull it out. Unfortunately, she was too far from the house to call for help, so she just kept working at it until she got free. I didn't get to see her while she was still muddy, but there was mud all over the carport where she cleaned up before coming back into the house.

So far, I have managed to keep a straight face and sound sympathetic, but it hasn't been easy.
Howard