Thou shalt learn to maketh thine own bed. Thou did lie in it, and thou shalt make it if thou was the last one in it. It doesn't magically make itself every day. I promise.
If thou would like the skidmarks removed from thou's underwear, then thou shalt put them into the laundry hamper. The Goddess does not pick up thou's dirty drawers or socks. (Note to all, do not Google image "skidmark". Ever. Seriously. Shivers.)
Thou shalt not comment on the price of the Goddess' accessories. If you can buy $100 worth of "research material" for thou's fantasy baseball draft, I can sho' nuff buy myself a Michael Kors handbag. End of discussion.
Thou shalt listen. Thou shalt also hear. This means you can not tune
out all requests to do household chores with your special "selective
hearing" setting. I know your ass heard me the first time.
thou met The Goddess, thou was able to sustain thineself through food.
Thou must sometimes exhibit this past quality to appease The Goddess.
Takeout is acceptable. Actually, you suck at cooking. Takeout is
If thou wanteth to visit the holyland, thou better pay homage
to The Goddess that permits access to it first. Wine and chocolate are
acceptable forms of homage.
If thou covets another man's wife, thou will swiftly have thou's penis removed. Lorena ain't the only one who can wield a carving knife.
If thou has not provided sustenance for thine family for the evening, thou has no say in what sustenance has been provided. If you don't like it, don't eat it.
Thou shalt not get out of a task just by doing a shitty job at it. I have fallen for that crap before. Groceries aren't that hard to purchase. Now get thou's ass back to the store and get the light cream cheese. Fat free tastes like shit.
Thou shalt not ignore the Goddess' work orders. The third time I have to ask you to fix the dishwasher, I am putting all of the dirty dishes in your underwear drawer.