Out of the Closet

I like to think I'm a different kind of husband. The kind that listens, can dress himself, can do chores around the house that don't involve a gas-powered engine, cooks, and makes a damn fine 5 cheese penne (Barefoot Contessa-Family Style). Then again, when I had to get my wife to put this together for me, I realized I'm slowly devolving. At least I could still pick out the socks on my own :)