"Woman!" my husband yelled. "We have no food in this house!"
I looked at that guy. "We have food. Look. Cereal, soup, fruit, milk, cookies, chocolate, and ice cream."
He looked at me. "Maybe you can live on a diet of cereal and ice cream, but I need meat! Stop your blogging and go to the store. You are neglecting us!"
"Okay, wait a minute," I said. "First of all, I'm not just blogging. I'm writing a book, and I'm on the last chapter. I want to finish it. Second, aren't you a guy? Guys are supposed to be hunters. If you want meat, go hunt for some!"
He didn't like that. "You don't care if we starve! We're going to die, and you're just going to keep blogging."
I walked over to the cupboard and pulled out the box of cereal. I shook it. It was half full. "Okay," I said. "I'll go to the store, but only because we need more cereal!"