The 100th Thing Is Letting You Go

The moment she clinched her third straight Best Actress award, right there on live television, with millions watching, my wife stood in a wedding gown, holding a ring I’d designed, and proposed to her agent.

Her circle of friends, a flurry of retweets and well wishes, declared it was high time they got together.

I, too, quietly posted a comment: "Truly touching. Best wishes."

The next second, my phone rang. It was my wife, fuming.

"Don’t be childish, Mark. This is the ninety-ninth task. Once I’m done with the last one, I’ll go public with us."