... is kind of like that role-reversal episode of "The Flintstones". Do you remember that one? It's the one where Wilma goes in to work for Mr. Slate and Fred stays home to cook and clean. Only, it's 6 years on now and my skills at cooking and cleaning have deteriorated and my wife doesn't come home demanding her brontosaurus burger as soon as she gets through the door.
Well, not as often as she used to, anyway...
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