Pffft. When I texted The Other Shoe about this, he thought I meant that HE had to go pick up the steak. I came home with a lovely T-bone, to find him unpacking groceries. He had gone out and gotten a ribeye. Why, sweetheart, do you think you’d have to do the work? Now, we have to eat more steak! How will we find the inner strength to get through this?
Oh, and I got turned down on the other half of the matter - he was just that tired. Turned. Down. :rolleyes: I told him we can celebrate belatedly today, if he’s, ah, feeling more up to it.