I woke up to the smell of Keith making one of his breakfast egg and potato and whatever else combinations of whatever is in the refrigerator breakfasts. He always uses seasoning salt that just reeks of spices and permeates the entire house.
He forgot that we were going to go out for breakfast this morning as part of our anniversary/birthday festivities.
So, I made him clean out the cat boxes as punishment for forgetting.
And, then I got to clean up his breakfast mess.