It’s been a busy week, but the good news is that we have lost a collective 13.2 pounds.

The bad news is that 5.8 of those pounds are mine and the remaining 7.4 are Fred’s, despite the fact that he took leisurely strolls through the neighborhood and ate pork sandwiches with garlic fries while I ran through sweltering heat and nibbled on carrots. It’s further proof that patriarchy is alive and well.