My very organized wife started labeling my lunch items with Weight Watchers points a couple of weeks ago. For the first couple of days before I caught on, I thought that was the order she wanted me to eat my food. "What a control freak," I thought -- and then, of course, spread my lunch out accordingly and ate it in exactly that order. One does not stay married for going-on 30 years without accepting that not everything has to make sense.