I just have to rant for a minute. I am sitting around feeling miserable today. I haven't even gotten dressed, just lazing about with a wicked cold. My husband, who is feeling just fine by the way, has been in and out all day doing whatever he feels like doing. He came home a bit ago while I was huddled on the couch under a blanket and had the nerve to ask me what I am going to do about dinner! Are you kidding me? He isn't working... why can't he make dinner???