The Things I Hate and Love About Being the Guy

Hate: Cleaning the toilet, or dog crap, or vomit.
Love: Controlling the clicker.

Hate: Killing spiders, bugs, and any other intruders in our home.
Love: Getting the last bite of a shared dessert.

Hate: Taking out an old mouse trap left behind by the previous owner. (This happened last week)
Love: Grossing her out by telling her there was a dead mouse in there, even though there wasn't.

Hate: Carrying all the heaviest stuff.
Love: Feeling buff and strong while carrying the heaviest stuff.

Hate: "Joe, will you squeeze my feet?"
Love: Getting a back massage in return.

Hate: Always being wrong.
Love: When I'm actually right.

Hate: When I get two different responses from my wife regarding the same EXACT situation.
Love: The moment we make up.

Hate: Being subjected to watching The Secret Life of an American Teenager.
Love: Ok I actually like that one. (Ricky is always so mad)

Hate: Being the one to take the dog out before bed so my wife doesn't get kidnapped on the street.
Love: Waking up to Murray's face at 6:00 AM, because he knows I'm the one who takes him out.

Hate: When I tell a joke and all I get is crickets.
Love: When I make her laugh so hard soda comes out of her nose.