This post is for my hubby. I'm admitting I'm a terrible backseat driver...
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.
Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.
'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD!
You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!'
The wife stared at him. 'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?'
The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.'
2 comments:
My hubby is a different kind of nut altogether. He will sit behind the slowest driver which is guaranteed to drive me crazy.
So we're on a long drive and he's been behind this car doing 80 when the limit is 100 and I finally say 'Do me a favour and pass Aunt Bee, would ya?'
Sure enough he passed Aunt Bee and I sigh in relief only to hear a siren.
Turns out the ramp we took to get off dropped from a 100 to a 60 but Bob and I were distracted by discussing Aunt Bee and passing her.
He got a speeding ticket and I couldn't stop laughing because yeah, that one was all my fault. We still have a good laugh about that one.
CindyS
LMAO! That's me all the way.
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