The Best Gifts Don't Even Come in a Package

The kids and I decided to go cheap and painful this year with my wife's birthday gift: next week, we are going to do all the cooking, cleaning, and dishes so that Catherine can put her feet up and live like a queen while we slave away . . . and this present doubles as a tactically preemptive strike that might deter another two week cooking strike (and while Catherine loved our utilitarian present, our friend Melanie trumped it by sending Cat this fabulous 90's picture of young Dave and Cat about to embark on a bar crawl called Just Hair-Do It).