It was 5:00. My dog had just walked into my office to remind me it was time to get into the kitchen and start rattling those pots and pans. I don’t know how he does it, but he always knows when it’s 5:00. He has to have swallowed a watch, which is why I refer to him as my “watch” dog…my chauvinist watchdog.

I, begrudgingly, dragged myself from my office and headed for the kitchen. As I passed Mighty Marc, who was sprawled out in front of the TV, I said, “If you really love me you’ll tell me I never, ever have to cook again.”

He smiled lovingly and said, “You never, ever, have to cook again.”

I got whiplash as I spun around and asked, “HONEST?”

“You said if I really love you I should say ‘you never, ever have to cook again.’ I do, so I did. What’s for dinner?”