No, I didn't ask him. He didn't make it home for dinner (all about expectations - he had been coming home for dinner the past few weeks after not for so long - so him not coming irritated me). Anyway, maybe one of these days.
BUT he just brought me lunch. I was floored. Hasn't done that in about a 100 years it feels like.
Mmmmmm . . . hot dog with baked potato. Interesting combo!
Trying to figure out something to do for myself today.
