Just dropping in to share a quick note about the latest twist in my domestic bliss. Last night, I made the unfortunate mistake of forgetting to put away the leftovers. You guessed it, the food went bad, and Annie was not pleased—especially since she had plans to turn that meal into another culinary masterpiece. She really gets irked when I mess with her cooking.

As a reminder to be more mindful, she bent me over the kitchen counter for an impromptu punishment session this morning. I took 25 hits with a spatula, and let me tell you, it was intense. The mix of pain and the situation got me embarrassingly hard, but there was no relief allowed for me.