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I just walk away. Usually to the garage or basement. My dog generally follows me. I look at my dog, who seems to know what is up, and I usually say something like "I know right?" as she looks at me with empathy. Then I go get a cold beer and putter around for about 15 minutes. By then, the wife realizes that what was going down was dumb also, and either appologizes or just plays it safe.
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