My husband and I got married five years ago this month. On my bachelorette weekend, friends, seeking to figure out just how well I knew this man, had orchestrated a questionnaire à la The Newlyweds game show. My husband had answered the questions in advance and as we prepared to go out on Saturday night, it was my job to give the same answers. The more answers that matched-up, the better suited we were for each other.
Aside from the fact that the game was played (and I did not do very well), I don’t remember many of the questions from that evening with one exception. When asked what my greatest fear was, my husband had answered that it was leaving the coffeemaker on. And there it was. For all my protestations that my fears were of a higher nature, I couldn’t deny that what causes me the most anxiety in life is being able to remember whether I unplugged a household appliance before leaving our home.