What the What? I don’t even want to know I have a kitchen in my house. If there is one, I want to pretend it’s Hazel Burke behind that closed door.
“Why’d you break the chair?”
“Because I was mad at the typewriter”
“So, why’d you break the chair?”
“Because the typewriter is new”.
One day I came home and saw some chocolate cake bits on the floor. It was July 1st. With a wife’s intuition, I asked, “Did you kick a cake? ”….sheepishly he admitted he did, and pointed to the Canada Day cake he had made and flung out into the yard after beating it up. But he’s a Luftmensch, he had already made another cake, using cups of powdered Slim Fast when he ran out of cocoa. (man, that cake was good, if not very very fattening).