I came home tonight plumb tuckered as we say in Texas. I asked Jason to make dinner. He said "Sure!". I settled into bed with a magazine while he went downstairs to make dinner. He came halfway up the stairs 2 minutes later and said "Faith?". I said "what?". He said "we don't have any food." I started laughing. Hilarious. So the not being able to find anything thing has spread to the kitchen. I got out of bed, went down the stairs, and opened the door to a mostly pantry and fridge. What would he do without me? :) What would I do without him?