I stood erect and with considerable dignity, if I might say so, and walked slowly back to my bedroom, pausing to carry my copy of John Bunyan with me back to bed. “Fine,” I tossed over my shoulder, “No French toast! Excuse the heck out of me!” The day did improve.
And so, following these cues, one should reasonably expect a full and gratifying weekend. One may also learn a couple of safety tips (oh, also, Pam seems to be quite as flammable as napalm; you might want to watch for that) and leave the cooking to say, women or some other minority with nothing better to think about. Have a prosperous workweek.