Do you ever have one of those days where you hear your husband's truck in the driveway, coming home earlier than you expected from lunch with a buddy, and you do one of the following:
1) Jump in the shower so he doesn't think you were sitting around in your jammies all morning.
2) Spray Lysol around so he thinks you've been cleaning like a madwoman.
3) Gather up all the french fry wrappers (from an impromptu visit to Burger King since you hadn't been out of the house for FIVE days and you saw a commercial for their "new burger shots" and just had to see what that was all about) and replace them with the Costco veggie tray you've been snacking on the past week.
Yes, today is one of those days.