*rolls his eyes (but he has to grin, because his crazy family does love him)* I knooooow. Don't remind me.
*spends a few minutes relocating condiments, wondering what to make you eat for dinner tonight and giving his bandaged hands a sour look (I can't make him eat if I can't cook)* *injects an upbeat note into his voice* Jackie, what do you want for dinner? Probably something finger-y, since we'll be in front of the tube...