Cabin Fever...

Well, it's official.  Jeff thinks I'm stark raving mad, or, to put it in his nice, candy-coated words "I think you've got cabin fever."  I don't know what would make him say such a thing.  So let's review:

1. I have left the house a total of four times this past week (to pick up work from the office, to attend Jeff's grandmother's birthday party last Saturday, to attend Thanksgiving with his family on Thursday, and to get a Dr. Pepper from the gas station yesterday);

2. Please note that this is 2 times more than I left the house the previous week;

3. I have eaten Pasta Roni White Shells and Cheddar 3 times this week (but this is really no fault of mine as the box is a seducing blue and white and inside there is a built-in faux-cheese love potion);

4. I have taken a shower, fixed my hair and put on makeup only for each of the occasions listed in #1;

5. I watched "The Butterfly Effect" on DVD and didn't want to bang my head against the wall as I suspected I might from reading critic's reviews;

6. I jumped on Jeff's lap, tweaked his nipple and sang "Brusha, Brusha, Brusha" at the top of my lungs right in his face where he could smell my Pasta Roni breath.

It was right after #6 that he made his comment.