At the risk of making a tit of myself, I'm going to milk this thread some more! I have devised a whole scenario of puns now... :-)
Got home late for a pork roast dinner last night. Unfortunately it was for the 3rd day in a row so the wife gave me the cold shoulder. I said "nevermind, i'll heat it up in the microwave. Then she gave me "daggers"! I said "A knife and fork would be easier". After spending nearly a minute thrutching through a kitchen drawer trying to also find something to get rid of the ridiculous amount of gravy she had drenched my food in, I noisily closed the drawer. I guess this was the last straw... She stomped off to the front door and after one more icy stair she was out. "Damn, she'll kill me for not salting the path" I thought. Luckily she came round within seconds and said she was fine apart from her head feeling a bit wooly. So I told her to spin it round and round but that just made things worse. Anyway, I made sure I pampered her the rest of the night (and no, we don't have a weird nappy fetish!) :-)