In which my wife indulges to the fullest my drunken request that she take charge and I take orders. Independence Day takes on a whole new meaning as my wife fosters my dependence on her every whim

As I peeled off all the parts of my black tie, pretty tired after hosting our Fourth of July office benefit, I made the mistake of complaining to my wife that I was tired of being in charge and giving all the orders. I was speaking specifically of the party, of course.

“Just for a change,” I declared, “let somebody else give the orders!” Amanda asked me if I really meant what I was saying. There was a wicked gleam in her eye, and I asked her what she was talking about. She told me that if I would let her give the orders for just one day, say the Saturday after the Fourth, and if I obeyed them... Read More