I'm working on the MBWR right now. My wife is a few feet away, on the couch, reading It.
"Sugarlump," I ask, "Would you hold me accountable to something?"
"Of course, Sweetie, anything you want."
"Then give me a gentle nudge if I ever address myself as 'the Reverend John Coke'."
"I'll do more than that; I'll push you down the stairs."
"How will I distinguish that from all the other times that you push me down the stairs?" I ask as I pour another cup of coffee.
"I'll push you down the stairs twice."
"Ah, I see."
Katherine offered to help out on the MBWR, but after her first entry was "[Liberal Methoblogger] has his head up his butt", I decided to do it completely myself.