Chapter One – My wife got me excited. She had said, “I guess it’s just you, me, and Sam for dinner tonight.” Visions of takeout Chinese and pizza danced in my head. Before I could say anything, my wife continued, “I was thinking of leftovers.” My heart sank. Disappointment.

Chapter Two – Later, my wife explained that we would be having leftover beef stew for dinner. I explained my sadness, due to previous visions of takeout Chinese and pizza. My lovely wife pointed out that it had been my night to cook. I looked to the schedule and it read, “Friday – Dave.” My heart sank. Disappointment in myself.