Sunday, May 9, 2010

another ridiculous conversation that I am forced to have

Hyphen: should we just go out to eat tonight?

Me: No, I am making puttanesca, why do you want to go out?

H: because you are going to make a mess in the kitchen.

Me: so? I'll clean it up.

H: No you won't. Seriously, you are the messiest cook I have ever seen. You should start a cooking show called "the messy cook"

Me: "I think I will. The start up money for the show will be from the insurance proceeds from my husband's freakish, sudden and mysterious death. And I will call it "The Happy, Messy Widow Cook. And I will have lots of fans."

Living with Hyphen, is like "Sleeping with the Enemy", but without the violence.

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