Crisis of Dinner Proportions

I have a problem. The hubby is working very late. I have a headache and don't feel at all like cooking. But I really don't want takeout either. Whine whine. And I can't exactly make the man who has now worked more than 12 hours with only a short lunch break stop and pick anything up.

Someone please tell me why they (and by they you know who I mean. THEY!) haven't invented that food replicator thing they have on Star Trek yet*!!!!!!!

You know. The one where Picard says "Earl Grey. Hot." In the sexiest way possible. (I've become distracted.)

What to do? Sigh.

*and do not get me started on the Jet Packs. I expected a Jet Pack years ago. The Jetsons promised!!!