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 GOODNESS! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOODNESS! 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 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 wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
My hubby would think that this applies to me, but my take on it is that it's a miracle that he survives when I'm not in the car with him! I hope he never sees this post and says "see, you admit it"!
2 comments:
That cracks me up!! David probably feels the same about me! Not sure how he's managed to drive all these years without ever having an accident. ;)
You crack me up! Margaret Carey, who never had a driver's license, used to tell us she had a 'backseat' driver's license...valid forever!
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