It's dinner time and I'm not even attempting to start making it. Actually, my stomach is very mildly upset. And yet I wish I would have something to eat, but I also feel very picky about what. I could just reheat the one crab cake that is leftover for my husband, but then I wouldn't have anything. Part of me wants to go to Surf Taco, but hubby likely would refuse. I don't feel like driving there myself. Hubby wouldn't in a million years suggest going anywhere, unless it's my birthday or anniversary. I always have to ask. Even if he agrees to order delivery, I have to be the one that handles 100% of that, plus the table, etc. I swear that if I say absolutely nothing, he'd wait until 9 pm and then ask about dinner. If I said to fend for oneself, he would eat something like a can of sardines.