Once upon a time...I let a friend live in my big walk in closet. He didn't pay any rent (too poor) so he made it up on other ways (no, not sex, pay attention!). One of the things was that he'd cook for me!
I gotta tell you, it was nice to come home to prepared food, a clean house, and a serenade on the guitar. I called him my 'house husband.'
Oh...and when I drank too much, he'd always make oatmeal for me the next morning before I woke up. I loved it so much that it's still my preferred meal after a good night of drinking!
Always appreciate a good woman! 
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