Many moons ago, we had just gotten a new car and I spilled a frozen Coke in the backseat after DH had just lectured me about being careful with that drink in the car. I cleaned it up and didn't tell him because I wasn't in the mood for hearing, "I told you to be careful with that drink!" sort of like, "I told you so!"
I wrote about it, and the next thing I knew, a bunch of posters were saying that I must be an abused wife to be that afraid of him.

Geez, I posted the tale because I thought it was funny and ironic, but I was painted as a model client for Shelter Our Sisters.
So now I try to keep a lid on the husband humor. Not worth the aggravation.