It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, and the kids are all playing in various rooms in the house. I'm curled up on the couch, watching one of my favorite movies (High Fidelity), which happens to be on cable. On commercials, I switch it to Food Network. Mitch comes and sits down with me for about five minutes, then he gets up and picks up the chair next to the couch.

"I'm going to go fix this chair in the garage."

"What's the matter, can't you relax?"

"No. You have the remote."