For further proof that my husband will do absolutely anything to get away from me, Larry is off on a 2-night Boy Scout camping trip with David. It's 15 degrees out, people. He called me this afternoon and tried to act as though things were going just great. "We're having grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches right now!" he said, in the falsely cheerful tone usually reserved for ICU visits.
"Well," I said, trying to play along, "at least you don't have to worry about keeping the food cold."
"Actually, we had to put the food in the coolers just to warm it up."