A good husband

So about 3:30-4:00 almost everyday I battle being sick. I usually
expect to be sick but some days are worse than others.

This was one of those days. I just needed to lay down until dinner.
And well James' idea of cooking is frozen pizza or toasted bagels. He
just really doesn't like to cook not that he isn't capable. But being
a good husband agreed to make what I wanted (sweddish meatballs and
rice) as long as I would tell him how to do it from the couch.

So he got the rice started. Then went to opening the can of cream of
mushroom soup. Which has one of those pull back tops.....

I heard a yell...

Some fumbling...

And then James stumbles into the living room...