I got home tonight, made you dinner, a teriyaki shrimp stir-fry plus fresh spring rolls. All from scratch. I cleaned up a bit from dinner, and packed up lunch for both of us for tomorrow. Then I made dessert, apple turnovers. Again... from scratch. ON A WORK NIGHT!! I cleaned up most of the kitchen, then asked you to clean up the rest. You seemed put out. I go watch TV for 15 minutes, which I haven't done since I walked in the door. You walk into the living room and all of a sudden you're giving me the silent treatment. I ask what's wrong and you don't say a word, just go into another room with your DVD. You haven't said a word to me since this happened. BTW, the apple turnovers are ready. I'd bring one to you, but apparently we're fighting. Get your own #$% dessert. Thanks for cleaning the kitchen, though. You did a nice job.