Hubby had surgery yesterday morning, on his nose. This is supposed to help him breathe better, and not snore as loud. He's been parked on the couch, with his nose packed full of cotton, watching the most awful sci-fi movies, since then. Now...after my surgeries, I tried to sleep as much as possible. Sleeping is healing, right? I went out this morning to pay some bills and pick up some stuff at Target, and this is what I heard before I left. "Where are you going? When will you be back? Get a squeeze water bottle for me. I can't drink out of a glass. It hurts my head. Do the Vicodin and the antibiotics look alike? I think I took the wrong one in the middle of the night. Write on the top of the bottle so I know. I don't think I can take Xanax and Vicodin together, can I? What about the stuff for my acid reflux? Remember to bring the water bottle." Target only had metal bottles. After I unpacked the Target stuff, I heard..."Why didn't you get a bottle? They have them at Big 5. I got one last month. They're only $2.99. I'm really hungry. Did you get the Vienna sausages? I thought you were getting groceries. I really feel like having some Vienna sausages." With the audio backdrop of bad sci-fi music, and like a big dummy, I ask, "Would you like me to go back out?" "I really need that bottle from Big 5. Oh, and when you get the Vienna sausages, can you get some juice, too? Maybe something with strawberry, or mango, or something like that. And cough drops. My throat feels scratchy." Got the bottle, got the Vienna sausages, got the strawberry mango juice. Got home and juggled a torn grocery bag, tripped over the dog, and on the way back out to the car to bring in the other bags, I hear, "Did you get my Vienna sausages?" Yeah, buddy, I got your sausages. Right here. "I need a fork. Can you wash the bottle out? I'd like some juice. Why did you fill the bottle only half full? Can I have another can of Vienna sausages? What else did you get? Could I have some more juice? Is it time for Vicodin yet? My head's really hurting." Yeah...my head's really hurting, too. And it's not even 2 in the afternoon. What's up with this Vienna sausage fixation? Oh, goody...the bad sci-fi marathon has switched to...Teen Titans. Whee yippee.