Okay, in my defense it was really pretty much, all her fault. I was just just sitting on the couch, minding my own business, when Sheila asked me what happened to my plan of making sandwich spread out of the left over pork roast. Being the kind and dutiful husband that I am, I immediately sprang into action. As it turns out this particular task was not without its pitfalls. In the process of making this simple little sandwich spread I (with nothing but the best intentions) managed to dirty a couple of dozen kitchen utensils and bowls. It was a pretty spectacular mess, even by my standards. When my loving wife finally looked up at the destruction, she got that I'll kill you if you say a word look and declared "That's it, you are BANISHED from the kitchen. You can cook all you want on the grill but stay out of the kitchen". Boy was she PO'd. I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or argue. After all she was kicking me out of ten feet of space in a thirty eight foot camper. After carefully studying her "Why did I ever marry this knucklehead look" I decided to clam up and stay out of her way. Maybe in time she'll forget but for now I'm still trying to figure out where I went wrong.
Gee those Teribery brothers are just alike! I've even had to succumb to buying new kitchen appliances after Ron's "been helping"...so, how did the sandwiches taste scraped off the walls, the counter, & the floor? Yummy we bet! Better than crow?
ReplyDeleteSheila, I feel for you! Do you think it is a "male" idea, that if they make such a mess, they won't have to help in the kitchen again. Don't let him get away with this. If he can cook, he can clean up!
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