Today I informed the Warlock of dishwasher plumbing issue. Today is Sunday.
I, in my lithe state, have crawled under the sink to manually drain the dishwasher all week long. Today I was not feeling slinky enough to maneuver into a position where I would be able to use a screwdriver to tighten the hose clamp around the dishwasher hose. I cheerfully offered to locate a plunger, leaving the Warlock home with Bardo, alone, to work on my little last-minute honey-do task. When I returned the Warlock was mad, the dishwasher was in the middle of the kitchen, and Bardo was dancing around the entryway.
The Warlock, with intensity, growled, "Please don't ever do this to me on a Sunday, again. This is a perfect Saturday task...I just taught Bardo his first four-letter word."