|(not my actual bedroom)|
I can't possibly get it to her high standards, as my eyes just don't see the level of detail that she sees - but I gave it my best shot. I got the dirty dishes out of the sink, straightened up the kitchen, did some laundry. To cap my thoughtfulness, I washed the sheets, as SG considers freshly-washed sheets one of life's great pleasures.
Fast forwarding, she got home, and we caught up on events of the weekend, etc. She was suitably impressed that I had the house in...maybe not good shape...let's call it "not horrible."
When she got upstairs, she noticed my extra effort with the sheets. Was her reaction:
a) Touched gratitude at my thoughtfulness.
-- or --
b) Cocking an eyebrow and asking what had gone on that I needed to wash the sheets.
The answer, of course, is b). I laughed and laughed (and she assured me that she was teasing), seeing the proof, yet again, that no good deed goes unpunished.