We are entering the week of the battle of the sexes. We're expecting more than 20 on Saturday evening for a party.

All Lyman cares about is the food. I am expected to help with shopping lists and such. I have a few dishes to cook, and I am in charge of the cleaning, and believe me, Lyman won't lift a finger with that.

We'll be going head against head this week, because that is the way he likes it (he is a lawyer, after all), and by Valentine's Day I'll be looking for a Saturday Night Special. I know because it's always this way.