Cooking anything special is my domain.

Spouse is all up in my business, while I'm trying to cook for this neighborhood gathering.

I'm trying to be nice and I've politely asked to be left alone. Twenty questions and 50 hundred suggestions later, and I'm ready to strangle!!

I hate this path of "I'm calm, you're not, stop projecting your crap on me" thing that we so often do.

Doesn't seem earth shattering in the telling, but it does stress me to my complete end sometimes.

Did I mention strangulation?