Sam cooks for me. I never have to cook. I know, lucky me

Laksa for dinner.

I’m lucky, I have a boyfriend who cooks for me. I never have to think about food, shopping for it, or preparing it, and that is pretty cool.

I pay all the bills. Sam buys the food – that includes eating out, which we do less and less now a days – and he cooks. I clean the kitchen. I do the washing. I think I have the better deal. I know I have the better deal.