Yesterday, Mr. G. came home from work and told Mrs. G. he'd heard a story on the radio about Norway (or one of the other Nordic countries that make Americans look like cave-dwelling hayseeds who eat Crisco right out of the can with their bearish paws). Apparently, Mr. G. went on, couples who split up household chores equally have a fifty percent higher rate of divorce.
"So are you suggesting if we split household chores down the middle, our marriage is as risk?" asked Mrs. G.
"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just reporting a scientific study I heard today on National Public Radio."
"Well this presents a problem. Who can cook tonight without doing irreparable harm to our relationship," asked Mrs. G.
"I can pull out that can of Crisco from the pantry," Mrs. G. suggested.
"You know, I think it's a pizza night," said Mr. G. solving the problem and likely saving the marriage
They kissed each other kindly and went about their business.
We know some things here, Norway...or wherever the study was based.