Kathy had some periodontal surgery done yesterday and last night she was pretty miserable. (Tip: If you want your kids to go to bed, just have mom start vomiting into a bowl in the family room. It really works!) I stayed home today to take care of her. This morning she asked for a chocolate and banana milkshake and I was only too happy to make that for her. Gathering the ingredients together on the kitchen counter, I tried to remember where the blender was. I hadn't used it in ages and I couldn't recall seeing or putting it anywhere. In typical husband form I had to ask and consequently got the "look". You know, the look that says, "You mean the blender on the counter right in front of you?"
Yeah, that look.