Chocolate
Ok so we’ve spent the whole day planning the big occasion, and patience is starting to wear really thin. Then milady drops her pen (we’re at the point of his and hers pens by now) and announces “I need chocolate, I’m too stressed”. I’m all, “Is that the best mechanism for dealing with stress?” and she’s like, “I don’t care. I need the endorphins”. So we debate that for a while.
Long story short, I give in and we have some chocolate. I match her bite for bite, just to keep her company. So we have a fair bit. And funnily enough within ten minutes it’s worked - we finish out the rest of the the day’s planning on a really nice high.
I have a disconcerting feeling that I just set a precedent Dr Phil wouldn’t like. So you tell me. What’s a feller supposed to do?