The sad thing, @tj and @wifeoftj, is that tonight, he asked me to make a late dinner for the kids (he’d had them out most of the evening at a local festival), and after staring at him, panic-stricken, I started shuffling around the kitchen in an attempt to come up with something adequately meal-ish for them (the above bit, it should be specified, had been in reference to my own “meal” for myself). Half an hour later, he came back to see that I hadn’t made much progress, so he rolled his eyes and took over.
And then we all partook of the lovely meal he made.
My God, I married well.
Thunderdolt: Call me, we’ll go out for steaks.