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My husband is wonderful. I was feeling sort of bleah (sinus pressure, I think) and, despite the rather bizarre illogic of wanting either pizza or Fritos with clam dip after spending most of the day with no appetite and part of it vaguely queasy, he took me out to pick up pizza and actually stopped and ran into the grocery store for the dip stuff on the way.

(It worked, too.)