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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

mama mia here we go again.
This is what I witnessed this morning:
Mom was frying eggs for Dad when he suddenly burst into the kitchen.

`Careful,` he said.

`Careful! Put in more butter! Watch out! You`re cooking too many eggs at once.`

`Too many! Turn them! Turn them now! We need more butter. Oh no! Where are we going to get more butter? They`re going to stick!`

`Careful… careful. I said be careful.`

`You never listen to me when you`re cooking. Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?`

`Don`t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. Use the salt!`

Mom stopped and stared angrily at him.

She retorted, `What in the world is wrong with you? Why are you raving and ranting like a madman?`

`You think I don`t know how to fry a couple of lousy eggs?`

Dad smiled and calmly replied: `No, no, dear, I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I`m driving.`

LMAO.

On a side note,
My dad listens to DEEP PURPLE.
No Shit.




10:39 PM