The Man came home at 5 am from the fishing trip.  Did I ask?  Nope.  Just turned turned ove and went back to sleep.  This morning he's chipper and makes coffee, brings me a cup in bed and actually WAITS until I get up and am semi coherent before he blurts out how much fun he had.  I sniff suspiciously...no fish smell.  Ok...so how many did you catch I ask, thinking this is a safe topic.  He gushes on about the huge catfish and the huge bass he caught.  I sniff again, no fishy smell anywhere and the cat is giving me his patented bored look so I can tell there are no fish in the house or Cujo would be doing the giveme cat dance.  I ask politely, um...did Chris keep the fish?  Oh no The Man replies, we got out there and both of us realized we didn't have  fishing licenses so we let everything we caught go.  I smiled wisely to myself and said, I'm so glad you had fun, secretly rejoicing because I didn't have to make the catfish disappear.  And no, not one damned mosquito bite.

PS: Not only did he make the coffee but he put the batteries in the remote all by himself.