Long time ago, first time my wife left me alone for a week since we got together, I decided to go on a Xanax bender. I didn't remember a fucking thing. But, we had a basement with a spiral type stairway where the washer and dryer were. She came home and went to wash her clothes and yelled, "what the actually FUCK!?" there was an entire sheet of plywood wedged in that stairwell, impossibly stuck. She demanded an explanation that I simply could not provide so I played it off like I was doing a building project down there and it got stuck. I had to sawzall that thing to get it out. When we went down we discovered I had built an entire grow cabinet for weed which was entirely up and running. I was like, "surprise!"

She was surprised alright, but not as much as I was lol.