The Mister recently returned from a 10-day pleasure trip cruising around the U.S. on a Harley Davidson. While he was away, it rained. Often. My nearest relative lives more than 2,000 miles away. I have a job to go to/ the little kid had a fever/ the big kid had a bunch of places to be/ the lawn needed mowing/ the kiddos needed feeding - you mothers know how those 10-day stints alone go. Mr. Dork came home in the middle of the night. The next morning I'm in the kitchen, dressed for work, feeding the children, yadda yadda yadda and he says to me "Why don't we have any juice?" Actually, he may have said "Honey, why don't we have any juice", but he'd sealed his fate all the same.
The man knows I work for a divorce law firm. Why does he ask lethal questions like that?