“I can’t worry about my bra. I need to get out of here,” I utter at 5:40 today. Priceline is closing in 20 minutes and I need dental floss. Stringy bits of of asparagus are stuck in my teeth.

My husband raises an eyebrow as he snuggles into the couch . “Do you need it now?” I was out before I could catch those puppy dog eyes staring like I’d just dropped from outer space. Married for 9 years, ‘Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus,’ made sense—Different creatures, different planets. My hubby suffers from Man Flu, while I keep calm and carry on. Even if it means hiding shopping bags, Carrie Bradshaw style.