Most mornings, for as long as I can remember, I have brought my wife freshly brewed coffee, a light breakfast and the newspaper before she gets out of bed. The coffee is always from fresh ground beans and contains either several dashes of cinnamon or some semi-sweet chocolate morsels for added flavor. Even on days when I’m away on business, I will pre-grind the beans placing each daily portion in a separate filter so all she has to do is put it in the coffee maker.
When I tell a guy this, a worried look comes over his face. At that point I’m instructed in hushed stern tones to never, ever, under any circumstances mention any of this to the woman in his life.
I don’t think they really get the bigger picture. When I sit down and think about the benefits I have in life and the effort it costs me to enjoy them, I feel that between the two of us, my wife spoils me far more than I spoil her. Guys (stereotypically) can regurgitate averages, statistics, percentages for any professional sport, but they can’t perform simple domestic math.