In sickness and in health... sometimes.

Recently, I have entered into holy matrimony. This is a very profound change for me, as I was deemed 'undomesticable'(yes I know its not a word) years ago by my mother. My new spouse has quite the challenge ahead of her.
She still hasn't acquiesced to my drinking, in fact, I don't think she ever will. I know this to be a fact because a few evenings ago, I went out to have 'one or two beers', and I was to be home 'in an hour or so' and 'not spend more than 10 dollars'.
I woke up the next morning in the recliner in the living room, with several empty tall boys scattered about, a black eye, Dishwalla set on reset on Itunes and my wife shaking me violently advising me that if I did not immediately get up, I would be late to work.
'To hell with work' I said 'Help me think of an excuse to get out of it.'
'Get your ass up and get dressed' She snarled, throwing my work clothes at me. 'If you want to go spend money drinking, you have to go make it. And give me my debit card back'
'In sickness and in health!' I protested.
'Hangovers don't count buster, and since I don't know WHY you got your ass kicked I'm inclined to think you brought it upon yourself as usual' She replied..... so calm and matter of fact it was eerie.
Three hours later at work, when I finally declared myself clean and sober, I philosophically asked myself if this was my catharsis. Are the days of passing out at 9 in the morning just to start drinking at noon over?
I decided to wait for another sign before I came to the conclusion that 'fun' was over and 'marriage' was just beginning.
I got it later that day when I came home from work. I came in, sat down and started playing World of Warcraft.
'I'm going to the store' She said. 'Please do the dishes'
'I can't, I have to go fight 'primitive owlbeasts' in the Hinterlands' I protested.
'The little owl-things can wait. It'll only take a few minutes then you can play your little game'.
Well, I considered my priorities and reorganized them as best as they suited me.
'Why aren't the dishes done?!'
And before I could answer, the usb cable was torn from my computer and I stared at a screen that said 'disconnected'.
Looks like I lost the battle of wills.