She's not a great cook. Anytime she wants to entertain family or hens, I do the food preparation. And it's really a blessing in disguise because I get quality "me" time.
Also, she doesn't really care about sports and has no idea why my mood is affected by them. Helps me keep things in perspective in the long run, but it's caused many quick-tempered arguments in the short term.
Just went to a wedding where the brother-in-law of the bride had the foresight to volunteer to cater the rehearsal dinner and the appetizers.
What a genius move. He might have gotten away with under five ******** conversations, looked like a hero, and probably got drunk as a monkey.
My hero, really.