My husband was enjoying the day off from work and watched me scurry about the house. I picked up his dirty clothes， put away his work shoes， carried out his popcorn bowl from the previous night's football viewing， washed the breakfast dishes， wiped the coffee he'd spilled and ironed his shirts. Seeing a thoughtful look on his lace， I wondered if he was beginning to realize just how much unnecessary work he created for me. Maybe he would offer to help. “A penny for your thoughts，” I said.
“I was thinking，” he replied， “that one of the things I like best about you is how you always find ways to keep yourself busy.”