She instantly becomes the envy of the office, the center of attention. I can't tell you what it does to the other husbands that evening, but I know what it does for me....
I grew chicken of the other men. Cluck ... Cluck ... am Hen Pecked. Wife works in a nearly total female environment. Two or three men on her floor. I do send her to the office with my cooking but she has strict instructions to tell the ladies she works with, that she was the cook. Sent flowers a few times but ladies talk to one another and then go home to their husbands and talk some more. I was starting to get a reputation that the ladies’ husbands found offensive. Was mentioned a few time and for a few times I blew the conversations off. There are nearly fifty women working on that floor and I have no desire to fend off fifty guys out for blood. Now on a good day would have once considered it but with age come wisdom enough to hopefully keep one alive for another day and another load of laundry and wash the dishes.