It's 3:45 AM. I sound asleep. My wife starts shaking my shoulder and says: "I need a shirt. I don't have a shirt to wear."
Me: "you need one now? It's 3:45 AM why do you need a shirt?"
Wife: "I don't know...zzzzzzzz"
It's late (I don't know what time) Nature calls. I get up, in the dark and I'm in my typical nightime attire. (Yes, I was in the altogether, simmer down) I have one hand on the doorknob to the bathroom and my wife asks me in an incredulous voice:
"WHERE are you going?"
Me: "I thought I'd do some gardening."
Wife: "What!? What are you talking about"
Me: "Nothing. I have to pee. Go back to sleep"
My snarkiness almost caused a row there. Gotta watch that. Seems Sleeping Wife (TM) has a short temper.