Oh, just the usual: "What are we having for dinner tonight?" "Well, what do you want for dinner tonight?" "I don't know....what do YOU want for dinner tonight?" "I decided last night, you decide tonight." ad nauseum. AND then, and here's that afore-mentioned Ring of Hell, when we DO decide what we're going to have, *I* have to cook it. AND clean up afterward. I just want to go down to a nice dining room and have someone slap a plate of something in front of me. I'm not a picky eater, I'm just a picky fixer.
My dream is to live on a perpetual cruise. Twelve meals a day and if I get hungry at 2 a.m. and can't wait until 5 a.m. for the Continental Breakfast,, I can tip someone to come to my cabin and stuff a fruit plate down my throat. Little elves who come into my cabin and spiffy it up as soon as I leave. No cooking, no dishwashing, no dusting, no sweeping, no.....
I want to be able to hang that sign on the kitchen door: "KITCHEN IS CLOSED BECAUSE OF ILLNESS....COOK IS SICK OF COOKING."