Ole Bubba Ray's got to break this down like granddaddy's shotgun. When your man walks into the house from a hard weekend of Reconning for Bambi Cong and beer drinkin, your job is to unload the dirty, filthy tiger stripes, console/congratulate him, get into the kitchen then get prepared for some wet and wild nasty fun. Your job is NOT sitting in front of the computer, because 1. your man NEEDS a dose of CK5.com 2. your man NEEDS to see what that 14 bolt on E-Bay that he bid on but didn't win actually sold for. No more of this, I need to use the phone crap. None of this I went to one store and they didn't have your weekly supply of caffeinated beverage. Furthermore, more incidents like this will force your man to go down to the steel supply, Radio Shack and/or parts house and make purchases for future weekend projects in the garage so he doesn't have to put up with inconsideration after a hard weekend away. Now, will somebody please call me a friggin wahambulance?