Honestly, if I had known how much time I would spend preparing and making dinner, I might have given the whole domestic thing a little more thoughtful consideration before I signed on. Or at least I could have put a clause in the marriage vows, perhaps something along the lines of this: I, Stephanie, take you, Anthony, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, completely exempt from making dinner 300+ nights a year, until death do us part. I’m feeling funny this morning. Truthfully, I’m lucky because my hubby helps by shopping…