...your husband tells you at 8pm that they're having a potluck at work tomorrow to welcome him to the new job. Yes, you could let him go the store for chips and guacamole as he insists is just fine. Instead you bake his favorite cookies, your least favorite cookies, all in time to watch your favorite tv show. Done without guilt, bickering or an ounce of annoyed sentiment. Yeah, I love the guy.
