A couple of weekends ago, my wife had decided that we needed new linens, bed cover, clothes for me, etc. I always put these things off because I hate shopping and I hate being around a bunch of people who are shopping. My wife knows this and understands to a point, but she had made it a "will you do this for/with me" kind of thing, so I was going to do it. Very reluctantly.
She got up early on Saturday and cooked her world famous chorizo breakfast tacos and poured me a big Double IPA. I was confused, as I keep the morning drinking to early college football games, but she insisted. I've got to admit it was much easier heading out for the mall at 10AM with a couple pints of hoppy heaven in me.
Now that's one hell of a wife.