(For those of you who don't know, or who are new, my wife suffered a near fatal ruptured brain aneurysm back in November.) My wife, (Sandy/Misty) was sitting in front of the TV, when she suddenly stood up and said, "I need to fix lunch." Quickly moving to the kitchen, she got her "stuff" together and got started. I came in to check on how she was doing and see if she needed any help. It didn't take long to find out that she was doing just fine, and didn't need my help at all. After lunch, she got up and cleaned up the mess that somehow or the other had become my fault.