It's Saturday. When I'm home on Saturday I help with the weekly cleaning around the house. I will wait until I can't hear her - maybe she'll be in the shower - then I'll clean the bathroom that I use and go back to my new space in my man-cave. I got to let her do it all herself so she can see what she's in for. Unrelated to this, through last summer, we like to have cookouts at our house or my BIL's. There was a spice that my W liked on the steaks, but couldn't find for the last 2 years. I found it the other day and sent an email to my W upstairs showing her where to buy it. The spice arrived yesterday. When I pointed it out to her, she didn't thank me, only asked me if she should congratulate me instead. Totally ungrateful.
