He builds it, I clean it if it gets cleaned (often it doesn't).
I cook because I don't like what he chooses to cook. He eats mine without complaint, so we're both happy.
He shovels, chops, shoots, etc (I shoot better than I shovel, but he was a sharpshooter and I've worn glasses since I was a small child, so...).
The dishwasher does the dishes. The roomba sweeps. The washing machine does the laundry. The folding happens sometimes (me), and sometimes we dig through baskets.
He runs the fences and the backhoe. Whoever sees a rattlesnake deals with it. He skins and guts, I fry it up... Unless it's a deer and then the butchering goes better with two.
Our cats pee outside, thank goodness. Dogs, too, for that matter. He's in charge of live mouse removal (usually this requires getting it away from a cat). He deals with dog accidents as long as he's home (rare and more often barf than anything else.) He also feeds the dogs their nasty, stinky food.
I garden and process. He tills. I grocery shop and he carries it in.
He fixes vehicles, unless it's a small car and then I'm often nominated because of hand size.
I handle the financials and occasionally make him look at them with me so that he will be able to muddle through if something happens to me.
We're frighteningly traditional, really, but our size differential just makes a lot of traditional division of labor make sense. I can do most of the heavy work, but it takes more than twice as long, so we do it this way and both have more free time.
