My wife likes to be prepared for everything. Now she wants to prepare with a restaurant survey. [View all]

She's really great that way. She always had new clothes when the kids were growing up, clothes she'd bought on sale when they were not big enough to wear them, size 13 shoes for my rapidly growing tall son when he was still a size eleven, toilet paper, paper towels, snow shovels, etc.

We have enough pasta stored to last for a year; rice as well; peanut butter, jelly, flour, you name it. (One needs to be prepared if one's country is taken over by a puerile orange pedophile.)

This weekend she suggested that we survey restaurants in town, Italian of course, so that when one of dies - I get to die first I hope, since it would be harder for me to live without her than for her to live without me - we know what restaurant to which we can take the funeral guests.

I mean, it's a very practical consideration, I have to admit. We aren't spring chickens, so we need to know where to get chicken cacciatore, especially when the family is liberated from my refusal to eat chicken.

She's always ahead of the game. It's one of the many reasons I love her.