Anytime a phone conversation between my wife and I starts with her saying "Don't be mad Bill, but..." usually ends up meaning I have a lot of work to do when I get home.
Don't be mad Bill, but I cut down all the dead branches from the Birch tree. I need you to clean them up when you get home.
Don't be mad Bill, but I re-landscaped the garden beds. I need you to move all the bricks when you get home.
Don't be mad Bill, but I decided to clean out the attic today. I need you to bring down all the trash and boxes when you get home.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my wife. I love my wife doing all of these projects, but sometimes I do get mad. Like the other day when she cleaned the garage, in preparation of our yard sale and put all the trash in one of the trashcans and asked me to bring it to the curb.
The trash can in the middle, the one that my wife filled, must have weighed 400 lbs. I think it gave me a hernia.