If I may interject, I can help you with these problems.
1. Stop driving a minivan you queer.
2. Stop doing the dishes you menstruating queer.
3. Start putting the washcloths in her underwear drawer you castrated menstruating queer.
And I say all of that with love BTW.
On a tangentially related note, Jimmies get rustled over women who insist that the toilet seat be left down. Fuck you, if anything the seat needs to be left up after every use, because there's no reason when I go to take a piss, that I should have to bend over and move it. And BTW, I never do. If the seat is left down, then I just have a smaller hole to piss through. In response to this, my wife used to rustle my jimmies by leaving the lid down too. Didn't take long before I fixed that problem by removing the lid and throwing it in the garbage. I thought about drilling a 1 inch hole in the top, but that was too much work.
But the ultimate jimmy rustle is putting what I call "man-haters" on the toilet. I haven't seen one in a while, so maybe they are out of fashion, but they were the fuzzy coverings that went over the toilet lid and on the top of the tank. Together, they usually restricted the travel of the lid enough that the seat would not stay up on its own. Sometimes the lid wouldn't even stay up. So when an unsuspecting man comes into your bathroom to piss, a few seconds into it, the seat comes crashing down right on his dick, usually followed by the seat, just to slam the point home that there's a man hating bitch in the house. I laid waste to some fucking bathrooms in my day. If you have a contraption like that, I take it as an invitation to piss anywhere but in the toilet. And lemme tell you, when I'm getting drunk at your house, I can promise that does not mean I'm just gunna piss in the bath tub or sink.