I was off to yet another local race and on the way out the door my wife said "When you get home from pretending you're still young you can help your daughter with her math." Ouch.
A long time ago I convinced my wife to run a 10K with me. She had never run more than about 3-4 miles, but she decided to give it a go. After I finished I ran back and found her at about the 4 mile point. I offered some words of encouragement, to which she snapped back something about how much pain she was in and it was all my fault. I steadily moved away from her and as I did a guy running nearby who heard the whole thing said "congratulations buddy, you just graduated from La Maz(?) class."
These two examples make my wife sound like a complete bitch, but she's nothing but a wonderful, lovely lady with a great sense of humor!