Q-tip love

Anyone who has been married for a while knows that love can grow into quirky habits and strange divisions of labor that become normal and routine. I have a friend who has never once carried her garbage out...not because she meant to avoid it, but because she never had occasion to since her husband always beats her to it.

I never take Q-tips out of the canister. That's because Jonathan always leaves two sitting on top of it for me. I told him the other day that every time I use my Q-tips I feel loved. This morning Jonathan was studying feverishly for a Hebrew exam, took his shower and rushed off to class. But he wasn't in such a hurry that he couldn't leave these for me!

Anyone else have interesting divisions of labor to share?