Here's an FYI for the men out there: If you and your beloved are working on a house together, and your beloved, to surprise you, powerwashes the garage while you are making a trip to Lowe's to pick up yet another thing that you didn't know you needed until you saw that it was on clearance and upon your return, you see your wife standing in front of a half completed garage, paint peelings everywhere, even heavily coating the person of your dear wife because she is standing in the rain, dripping wet, trying to figure out why the stinking powerwasher you bought on e-bay to save a few bucks has stopped running halfway through the garage cleaning process, you should at once, join your voice with hers to bewail the fact that the powerwasher is a piece of crap.
Even if it's not.
Even if later you discover there is a trick to it.
The most important FYI here, is that you should not begin bitching at your beloved in the driveway, commenting on the obvious stuff like the mess, the half completed job, etc., because even the most patient of beloveds have their limits. You might find yourself on the receiving end of another kind of blast as she explains, at full volume, in the middle of the aforementioned driveway 'that she is not psychic and therefore had no inkling that the powerwasher planned to take a break in the middle of the damn job, and why don't you get off her case anyways, because she's not incompetant, it's the flipping powerwasher, and anyone with two eyes in their head could see that.' Or words to that effect.
One last FYI: on a quiet Saturday morning, events like this amuse the neighbors to no end.