Neither, actually. She's a teacher and she's so feakin' busy all the time, she usually never notices. The best thing I did was set up the spare bedroom as her office. Once she goes down the hall to work, I'm pretty much free to wrench. Our family room is pretty informal too. Hardwood floors, a dog-hair-covered sofa, a TV/stereo, a computer and a bunch of book cases. It's almost, but not quite, a man cave. If too much crap piles up in there, though, I hear about it.

I park my bikes just inside my front door, in the living room. She used to complain about that, but she's given up. And I just got her a bike, so her bike just adds to that mess. She's my partner in crime.