K's anatomy
Last night my sinus headache returned. I told Jon that there was no way I could cook dinner because the sinus congestion was constricting my hypotatomus gland, which is the dinner making center of the brain. I'm not sure if he believed me at first, so I tried my best to make the most delicious, fancy dinner I could. See?
He said, "What's that? Is someone trying to make a battery?" I told him no, that is a potato with a twist tie stuck in it. That's the best dinner I can make with my hypotatomus tumor (I was pretty sure it had become a tumor by that point). After he saw the diagnostic proof, he made a really nice pork fried rice with kiwi pineapple salsa. Yum. I'm so glad he's not one of those men who thinks he knows more about the female body than women do.
HA!
ReplyDeleteYour home must be a lot of fun. You make me laugh so much!
ReplyDeletelmao, that's funny. I wish my husband could cook, I left him with my babies last night to go babysit for a friend, and when I came back I asked him what he fed them... and he replied "ummm.... feed them? You didnt make anything...." So I guess they just snacked all night of fruits and crackers, lol.
ReplyDeleteGood thing it's a clinic month! Hope you feel better soon - would some chicken and dumplings help? Because I happened to make a big pot of it last night and can bring you some...
ReplyDeleteLady, make me laugh!
ReplyDeleteWhen I read it the first time I thought "Hippopatomus" tumor??? Maybe that is the dinner making center of the brain because hippopatomus are so big?
ReplyDeleteBut no. Clearly sinus and respiratory allergies have shrunk my own brain to the size of a very small potato with a twist tie stuck in it.
Hope both of us feel better soon!
Oh great! Now I have to clean up the coffee I just spewed onto the table (just missing my new beautiful keyboard). Sounds like you and Jon are a great team!
ReplyDeletethis is funny stuff and a great idea to try out on my hubby the next time i am not in the mood for dinner makin'
ReplyDeleteso funny, honey.
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