Poor hubs had a terrible day at work today, so I decided that I'd actually cook dinner (been SO lazy lately, so I knew he'd appreciate it instead of him bbq'ing!), and do the dishes (I don't do dishes. Period.).
Yeah...got halfway through roasting the vegetables, went to turn them, felt like I was going to throw up, and passed out on the floor. I came to hysterical and he came running...he had to finish supper and is eating alone at the table while I lay on the couch. I'm glad he was home at that point though.
Er...and he kind of freaks out at things, so I eliminated the passing out part and told him that I just "sat down". Not sure I pulled that off so well.
It's the thought that counts...right?