Dragged myself out of bed this morning, headed for the coffee, made the coffee in a sleep-deprived stupor, turned for the cream, couldn't find it, opened eyes wider, couldn't find it, shut fridge door and saw it sitting out on the counter.
My husband, and I use the term loosely this morning, was up late last night, very strange for him, and apparently made himself some coffee and LOST HIS MIND and forgot to put the cream back.
Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.
Cream is down the drain. Marriage is hanging only by a thread.
This is a day that will live in marital infamy for the next 25 years.