I'm an early pre-dawn riser. Money Penny, on the other hand, likes to sleep in on the weekends. My Sunday morning loitering usually consist of cooking something on the griddle. Today's entrée, pancakes. When she wakes, Money Penny always finds the breakfast leftovers neatly plated and covered at the rear of the range. I'm a good hubby.
This morning was no different. I was watching the cable menu for my favorite football as I heard her exit the kitchen, then pause eerily. There was a muffled "wtf..." followed by silence. Followed by a garbled "Oh my God". I could then hear the unmistakable sound a woman makes when she is in a hurry; small steps but pounding the floor as if to warn any other living creature of her trajectory. She was heading back into the kitchen...
"Everything OK?"...No reply. My guess was she had found a bug in her pancake...no, make that half a bug...I could hear gagging and the faucet running.
I got up to head into the kitchen but was met by my red-faced wife, with a neatly folded towel placed over her mouth with her hand. She had tears coming from the outside corner of each eye...From the look on her face, she wasn't going to tell me how good the pancakes were...With the ever-present matriarchal wagging finger she admonished me to never set the syrup down next to the dishwashing soap!
I nearly wet my britches laughing. God my sides hurt. The really hilarious part of it was her implication that I was somehow culpable by my placement of the syrup bottle!
With tears in my eyes I showed her both bottles:
and had to ask, "What in the world were you looking at as you put the syrup on your pancakes? My God, they're not even the same color!"
She finally owned it. We're both walking around holding our sides. What a laugh. I can't make this stuff up.
It's even better, when they take the responsibility.
> With tears in my eyes I showed her both bottles:
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> and had to ask, "What in the world were you looking at as you put the syrup on your pancakes? My God, they're not even the same color!"
I have to think that some decaffeinated coffee was involved in this episode.
mmmmmm..Green apple syrup!:-D
NOW THAT WAS DAMM FUNNY!!!!!
I don't often laugh outloud by myself but I sure did with that one!!!
Kent, the ever astute detective, of the ob-scure-obvious, is possibly on target!
N
Next, leave the balmex in the toothpaste slot....
I know about that!
N
Well.... there was that time I rubbed on some Icy-Hot and later had an itch down in the "jewels section". Although quite pleasant at first, that became quite painful. Too bad my woman wasn't at home at the time. (wink wink)
chili peppers, too..
I cook a lot with spicy peppers. Remembering where your hands have been after chopping habaneros is definitely Cooking 101. 😉
chili peppers, too..
Yeah. Roger that.
At least Mr. Cash didn't hit the borax instead of the sugar for some coffee.
You might be talking to us from the ER.
"I cannot make up stuff this funny!"
Of course you can, Paden.
I'm not saying that you did, you understand, just that you CAN if you want to.:-)
Don
😀
:good:
As a four or five year old that was set at the table behind a pile of brown shopping bags with a bowl of ice cream, to get out of mom's hair while she put up groceries, and thinking the brown bottle Lysol used to come in looked suspiciously like a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup, I can sympathize. 😛
Doug,
My SWMBO would have accused me of filling the syrup container with dishwashing detergent rather than admit it was her fault. 😉
Thanks a lot Paden for bringing back that long repressed childhood memory of when I accidently brushed my teeth with my father's Preparation H. :pinch:
On the bright side I'm sure the Dawn made clean up a breeze!
