While the wife cooked, the husband yelled, "Careful, 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! You NEVER listen to me! 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 snapped, "You think I don't know how to cook?" The husband replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
My son had his first flag football of this season (this past Saturday) and we are playing for a coach we have never had before. Could a Father be more proud than to get a message like this from the coach (I got this e-mail last night). "btw...My wife pointed out after the game that your son is the speedster that ran the ball all over my old team a couple seasons back. I didn't make the connection during practice/game since Dylan used to have longer hair, right? I know he is lightning fast, so he'll get used a little more at RB as the season goes on." Can you imagine how big my smile was? Tuesday votes are in.
