I think that a marriage works best when both partners master the fine art of serving one another. That being said, I've got less than three years experience here people. I'm totally green in this area.
Jeff is awesome at this in our relationship. That is because Jeff is awesome at everything, which sounds like a glowing description of husbandry but trust me, when he's beat you 267 times at ping-pong it gets a little annoying. One thing Jeff does for me is vacuum the house. This is because of my intense hatred of vacumming.
In reciprocation, I dispose of anything that might potentially smell bad. Because things like pouring out sour milk? So. Not. Jeff's. Thing.
So we might have gone out of town awhile back. And maybe some milk might have gone bad. And it's possible that we might have forgotten about said milk because it got buried behind a giant carton of Reeses Cups that we had stored in the fridge.
It's also possible that yesterday that same milk exploded, spraying sour milk all over our refrigerator.
The horror. I can not even describe to you the horror.
Let me tell you just how much I fulfilled the whole "serving your spouse" part of marriage yesterday. I lit 735 candles, took the entire fridge apart, washed out the sour milk running down the sides, and bleached the tar out of it. It took me three hours.
Granted, it might have taken me less time if A) the fridge door wasn't stuck, making it a colossal job to get the drawers out and B) it didn't occur to me that balsamic vinegar and white vinegar were not the same thing until I was halfway through dousing the fridge with the first. Luckily, it occurred to me to ask the internets when the scent of the vinegar and sour milk sent me gasping for air on the back porch.
Jeff sent me an email later that afternoon that simply read "Thanks for standing in the trenches today."
Some people build a marriage through things like communication and romance and stuff. Me? Sour milk. 
