So the day that I Sharpied my eyelids? I came home to this...



I don't feel so bad now. And yes, he's wearing his MacNair shirt that the Jos and I made for him. How he puts up with my geekery is beyond me.

Anyone who knows my husband also knows that he's a vacuum cleaner when it comes to food. If there's food in the house that he likes, it doesn't hang around for long. And he likes just about everything save for marshmallows, eel and sushi. Those are the only three things that I know he will never eat.

One thing that he loves? Peanut butter. Yep. He can sit and eat a whole jar in one or two days.

Which is apparently what he did Thrusday and Friday. I came home from work on Friday and he was extremely ill. Why? Oh because it was THAT peanut butter. Yeah, he had food poisoning. Full blown nastiness to be sure. Never mind that he actually works for the company that made the peanut butter and got a bunch of emails at work throughout the week. He figured that the stuff we had couldn't possibly be tainted.

So he was sick all weekend and in bed (or the bathroom) pretty much the entire time. Of course, I didn't get much sleep with him getting up every few hours, but he's finally feeling better now so we can all breathe a sigh a relief.

I have the feeling that he won't want to eat peanut butter for a while now.