Two days ago I complained to my husband that I'd (gasp!) lost my sweet tooth to my ongoing flu/sinus/cough drama, and he ordered me into the car for the emergency room. Because yes, it is that big a deal when I'm not interested in a donut.
Last night, my husband, sitting at his computer, got a look of sad frustration on his face. "Three hundred and sixty!" he said.
"Three hundred and sixty what?"
He eyed me towards the screen. "Three hundred and sixty [potential computer] games I've scrolled past, and none of them interest me!"
"Okay, babe. Your turn to get in the car."
Because yes. It is that big a deal when he's not interested in a computer game.
