SH: You're cleaning that [fancy brushed stainless steel] trash can just because your sister is coming.
Me: What? No. I do that every week.
SH: No you don't.
Me: Yes I do. I clean it with windex or else it looks nasty. It gets really dusty and covered with cat hair.
SH: That's something that wouldn't happen if I were the stay at home spouse.
Me: What do you mean?
SH: I would clean to my standards, not yours.
Me: Oh. So you think that all I do around here is what I want? That there is nothing I do just because you want me to do it?
SH: Yep. You just do what you want to do.
Me: I am unfettered by your wishes. I make decisions based only on my desires. I am free, free as a bird. That's what you think?
Me: You are so, so full of crap.
SH: You mean you weren't satisfied with my standards of cleaning of cleaning in the apartment?
SH: I cleaned before you came.
Me: It was still not clean enough.
SH: It was for me.