Ralph married me for entertainment value, too.
Say you're baking a cake for the 30th anniversary celebration of Love and Rockets at your husband's store and you're in a hurry and you dig through the bag to get to the box of GF cake mix (because you'll put the rest of the groceries away while the cake is baking) and you're whipping everything together while you have various cans and bottles from the bag just hanging out on the kitchen island, and you wonder why it suddenly smells like Right Guard in the kitchen, that's because you just tried to grease a cake pan with it, and not the can of PAM right next to it.