Make me a sandwich?
Of course when I came home exhausted from work, my husband (after he retired) would make ME a sandwich so I had enough energy to give him a bit of a sweet reward for doing so.
And THAT, not cooking, is the real work of a loving woman.
Oh, my. Its hard to make me blush.
Good job.
I think I like you, Jamestown. Even as contrary and troublesome as you are.