The grilled cheese is cooked and hubby came in with a temper tantrum because he left two boxes of ice cream in the car and forgot about them so they melted. Sigh. Such nothings. Of course, the tantrum went on and on and he cursed and cussed having bought the christmas tree because it made him forget his ice cream. Of course, it is my fault. He rushed to the loo anyway after having asked what was for lunch.