Perfectly hilarious snapshot from the weekend. I was cleaning the kitchen yesterday - Erik had made pancakes for breakfast - and I found my tweezers sitting on the kitchen counter amidst the dirty dishes.
"Um, dear, why are my tweezers in the kitchen?" (Because I know damn well I didn't put them there.)
"Oh," says he, "I needed to get eggshell out of the pancake batter."
*pause for my boggling to wear off*
"Wait, you used my eyebrow tweezers to pick eggshell out of batter?"
"Yeah."
"The tweezers I use for my eyebrows."
"Yeah."
"The tool I use near my eyes, you dunked it in eggs."
"I washed it off."
LOL! Just envisioning my husband in the kitchen, having dropped a bit of eggshell in the batter...does he reach for a spoon, a fork? No, the solution that his brain churned out was to go ALL THE WAY to the bathroom, opens the cabinet, finds my tweezers, and goes back to the kitchen. I know that might drive a lesser woman crazy, but I found it hilarious that eggshell in the batter = use her tweezers in his brain.
This is why I don't need much TV. What happens at home is far more entertaining.
Although I do need to stop watching HGTV and stop watching these whining babies on House Hunters bemoaning the fact that $300,000 can only buy a 2500 sq ft house that hasn't been updated since 1995. Oh, cry me a river, woman! Move here where $300,000 will buy you...well, it'll buy you nothing.
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