Last night was a fairly unusual affair.     Dinner wasn't the regular meal where there is often a lot of yelling (Mr Xbox) crying (me - because I've spent "all day"(last half hour) cooking this (vaguely) "nutritious" meal for the family to "enjoy"(shut up and eat).   Mr Comedy usually looks at it and says he's full which roughly translates to 'not eating this shit'.   Mr Maker thinks that the