Once when I was married, I was walking home (ok staggering) and the wife opened the balcony door and screamed at me about not being romantic anymore, and reminded me of the times I used to sing to her, so to shut her up, and infront of the other people on thier balconies, I stood there (drunk as a skunk) spread my arms out to her, and started singing, How much is that doggy in the window..she walked back into our apartment, slammed the door shut behind her, and right there I knew I would be sleeping on the couch....again.
She didn't think it was funny, but I along with those standing on thier balconies laughted like hell..
The night I slept on the couch was the most peaceful snooze I had since saying "I do"