Today I tried in vain to foist some of my cleaning duties on Tamara. I tried to convince her that cleaning the bathroom held so much weight that It seemed unfair and unjust that I would have to clean any other part of our apartment. The simple and yet horrible task of scrubbing the toilet should absolve me of any vacuuming that was needed. Sadly, this ploy failed miserably. It turns out Tamara despises cleaning even more that I do, and she's willing to back it up with fists.