As Clear as Mud

My poor wife was sick in bed with the flu this past January. And me, being the dutiful lil' husband I am, offered to fix her some of her favorite herbal tea. I couldn't find the damn tea though, and yelled upstairs, asking where the hell it was.

She said, "I don't know how it could be any easier to see. It's in the pantry, third shelf down, in a cocoa tin marked 'matches.'"