Hey, I'm starting to think my wife is celebrating too when I tell her I want to head out. The loud "WooHoo, I've got to make some calls" and that little dance she does makes me a little suspicious now that you point this out.

You think it's possible that she's not sitting at home baking cookies and worrying about me, while I'm bushwhacking around deep in the dangerous Ozark Forests, like I figured she was?

I know what I'll do, I'll go on a trip and then see if there are any fresh cookies waiting for me when I get back. Good thing it's getting to be the perfect time of year to try this out. In fact, I'll give her no more than 10 times, no, make it 20 times, that I go out and don't see any cookies when I get back before I spring the results of my plan on her <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

I can't wait to see her face and hear what she has to say when I tell her that I've been out camping 20 times and she's never baked me cookies while I was gone! She's gonna feel so bad I'll get something baked for me every night for quite awhile I bet.

Bill