This morning (my day off) I rolled out of bed at 10am. My lovely wife had coffee already on, which is typical. I walked down the hallway into the livingroom and took my seat in front of the 'puter to browse my morning website routine. I kicked my feet up on the desk. It's going to be a beautiful, crisp fall day in Minnesota. I looked at my desk and a sweat started trickling from my brow. I looked at the end table next to my computer desk, and panic started to set in as I scanned the room around me in disbelief. No fucking peach cobbler..

Wife texted me from work 2 minutes later as I was just about to melt down, "Shit honey, peach cobbler is in the microwave, I warmed it up for you but forgot to set it on your desk."

Whew. I almost died right there. I went outside and knocked the back glass out of my Jeep for good measure.