I think I could actually have surgery without anesthesia if I just got involved in something on my laptop before they made the first incision.

You get up one day, realizing you're very sore and there are surgical tools near the coffee table.

"Honey, what're these for?"

The hubby comes in, "While you were trying to analyze one of Sarah Connor's dreams I grafted a Wolverine like endoskeleton into your body and added the claws, too."

"Oh."

"Anyways, we're out of ketchup and mustard. I'm making a run to the store. Want anything?"

"A whetstone." *snikt*