It is a commonly held misbelief that all we menfolk do on the weekends is lay around the house watching football, drinking adult beverages, finding amusing ways to burp the alphabet during the commercials while totally ignoring our wives' pleas for help around the house. Nothing could be further from the truth. (Well, maybe the burping thing is true.) Someone out there has to stand up and set the record straight! And as yours truly been told many times that he is way out there, I guess that someone's gonna be me.

We had guests coming over for dinner last Saturday night; I know that might be surprising, but they were coming to see The Wife, not me. The Wife was cooking a cake for dessert while I was watching TV. Nope, not football; there's no football in March. (We need to talk to the NFL about changing that.)

She asked me if I'd run to the store for an item she needed. I saw an opportunity to finally do my part to change the perception of menfolk and replied, "I'll be happy to go honey, but 'Trading Spaces' comes on in 45 minutes and Vern's the guest designer today. Don't want to miss it."

The Wife said she needed light corn syrup for a cake, threw me the key to the Mercedes (only 400 more payments, and it'll be paid off) then went