Nick had an over-range microwave installed yesterday. Two friends from work came over and completed the task, for which Nick expressed gratitude by providing dinner. Nick's a wonderful host. Yesterday, in his first taste of my cookies, he actually exclaimed, "Wow! You can taste every part of that cookie! The banana! The chocolate chips! The oatmeal!" I was amused by the outburst. And after he stopped complaining that I'd been holding out on him with the cookies for however many months, it was a pleasant cookout.

And I know now that I've found a place in Nick's heart...beyond the exchange of garage door openers and the free license to rearrange his kitchen or fold his towels....but that he let me initiate the microwave with a sexy bowl of oatmeal—my diet is of an exotic nature. Thanks for the honor, Nicholas.