Saturday morning, I was feeling pretty secure a week out from my 6 year wedding anniversary, having accumulated a fair amount of brownie points to have me feeling relatively happy with life. Fast forward to Sunday morning, you'd have thought that I was sitting atop my mountain, cackling evilly, sending my minions out after a certain hobbit who was carrying a certain ring. Entirely my own fault too, I might add. Fast forward again to Monday evening, and things were *relatively* back to normal. I now have no brownie points, and my wife is still mad, but at least we are communicating again, so there is some hope for redemption on my part. I'm thinking flowers and chocolates and cards.