"Organizing them, duh"

My wife is an organizer. Her special gift manifests itself in the nuances of life. One, for instance, occurred today in something neither I— nor anyone else, I’m sure—would generally think of. When Marisa got home from work today she sat down at the table and started talking to me. I had just finished up a practice test for the LSAT and had all my pencils out on the table. As she talked to me, Marisa started organizing my pencils from longest to shortest! I was confused and had to ask “ummm. . . excuse me, what exactly are you doing with my pencils?” Of course, as if I didn’t already know they were disorganized, she told me “organizing them, duh.” I just had to take a picture.