my wife and i have an understanding...
1. My days off are called "My days off" for a reason. If shewants me to clean anything or do any "Honey do's" she has to catch me on a work day. (I work out of town 4 days in a row)
2. when we were married i had to lose the Giant poster of the Hindenburg exploding with the caption "Oh Sh*t!" i also had to loose the cardboard cut out of Dr. Evil that talks when you walk by him. My manly, awesome dwelling place retreated into one room of the house so that the rest of our house could look like a "home"- so in compromise i told her that i would be responsible for cleaning "My room" and she will be responsible for cleaning everything else.
3. No messing with my beer - unless it is in the process of being passed from her hands to mine - or being poured into a frosty mug
4. Children who visit must remain outdoors until they are too physically exhausted to remain awake.
5. She may fire my deck gun provided I am aiming, she sits on my lap during the process and only shoots when the shells are likely to hit the water line (she is a first rate gunner)
In the end my will to do the things i want to do is stronger than her ability to stay mad about it.
She is a good woman who knows what she is supposed to do when i make the sound of a bottle cap being popped off a cold one. I couldnt be happier unless we lived together on a VIIC stalking some unsuspecting merchant!