I've been sick for three days, barely getting off the couch. I finally had a taste for pizza so my husband goes and gets me one. I take one bite and start bawling because it's dry and gross.... He just laughs at me and says okay what else do you want me to get you, you have to eat.... He then tells me he's gonna run to the store to get "socks" and comes home with a little goodie bag with soup and all my favorite snacks. Glad he takes care of me so well <3