I can't take the PRESSURE!

Okay, so Francesca decides she's gonna write a bunch of really exaggeratedly sweet things about me for all the world to see. Now, all of a sudden, I feel this tremendous pressure to live up to the expectations of, not only my wife, but everyone else that knows me. I'm torn. It isn't my nature to just responsibly start washing the dishes every time they need to be washed. But now, every time I see one dirty plate or cup in the sink, World War III erupts inside of me. The responsible, wanting-to-live-up-to-this-great-husband-that-she's-made-me-out-to-be part of me versus the lazy oh-I-worked-all-day-and-am-tired-so-that-should-be-plenty-of-justification-for-not-doing-the-RIGHT-thing part of me. But what the hay! I guess that is part of the maturing process. Learning how to shut the one up and listen to the other. Hey, thanks for reading. Gotta go; I've got some dishes to wash!!!!!