As I’m sitting here writing this, Chris is in the back room cleaning out the file cabinet. It’s a very New Yeary thing to do, and the kind of task that makes a wife’s heart flutter. Maybe because he’s the kind of man to sort through years upon years of receipts, healthcare statements and paystubs (didn’t most companies go paperless with those in like, 2002?). Maybe because it means I don’t have to. Either way, it’s kinda hot — a man who cleans. Oh snap, and now he’s vacuuming. ‘Scuse me for a moment… Meanwhile, I’m cramming my face with … Read More