So, one of my major requirements when looking for a husband was: he be able to cook, and second he be rich…..well obviously the later didn’t happen, but requirement 1 was met! It isn’t that I can’t cook, but when I do….weird things happen. I just don’t think it is meant to be. Sometimes, hubby has a brain fart lapse in memory and we have these types of discussions:
Hubby: What’s for dinner?
Me: What?! I MARRIED you because you cook, remember?
Hubby: Oh, I thought you married me because you loved me.
Me: Clearly, you are delusional.