Damn, I hate it when my wife 'helps' me clean the garage. That said...

..at the end of the day, it's great when the wife helps me clean the garage! It's great she has no problem grabbing onto a greasy k-frame, power steering box all the way out to the rotors, to help me move it over to the other side of the garage. The best part was when she yelled at the kid 'don't you dare drag that hood on the concrete!'
She keeps me on point, instead of getting into some drunken internet argument... which, it seems, I'm pretty good at. :)