The one thing that makes me want to flee... Ya get up on a nice Staurday morning... (Thinking... hmm I'll go get a coffee, read the paper, go out and hit a record and book store or two...Pick up a new Home Theater Mag... Rent a movie or two... Check out the MILFS at Starbucks, Test drive the new Audi, Drop into a pal's Audio Shoppe to check out the latest Wilson Audio stuff)... and you're thoughts are shattered by "HEY WE NEED TO GET SOME CHORES DONE AROUND HERE TODAY - DON"T GO THINKING ABOUT TAKING OFF"!!! :(

Or. equally as painful... You have a nightmare day at work, get stuck in traffic for an hour coming home, you're tired, exhausted, near suicidal... walk in the front door, and there she is---Hands on her hips, serious facial expression--- and says..."Can We Talk"???
Gawd that kills me, I just f***king hate it!!!
AAAAAWWWWWGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!