Well...last night when all the clean clothes had been dumped on the floor and "Psyche" had been turned on, I did something extremely out of character. I IRONED!
Part way through my fourth shirt Doug said, "Can you stop ironing and help me fold now?"
I said "This is the third time in eight years I've ironed. Are you SURE you want to discourage me?"
"NO! I'm sorry! You're right! Keep ironing!!! Sorry! SORRY!"
Yeah. I thought so.