The continuing stories of women who all seem to be married to the same model number husband… Don’t believe me? What else could explain the comments and emails I get when I post dumbass husband stuff: omg, we must be married to the same guy! Yes, every single time!
Today’s story is a cautionary tale of why
you never, ever let a husband in the kitchen (except if he’s passing through on his way out the back). See this picture? Two slices of perfectly innocent bread that have been scarred for life BY THE TOASTER. Which is obviously broken. Because otherwise the bread wouldn’t have burned. byw, this conversation can be repeated ad infinitum by just replacing the word “toaster” with “microwave” or “frying pan” and your food product of choice.
Got stories you’d like to post here? Either post them in comments of shoot them over to me under the contact tab and I’ll make this a regular feature. And the giant picture of toast? Something wonky with the transfer…
F-ing hilarious! 🙂 The worst is when your dh burns the frozen fries to a black crisp when they only have to be reheated in the oven…they were so crunchy you could write with them…even the dog wouldn’t eat ’em!
Mine makes skirt steak, beef jerky style that actually made me chip my tooth.
DH says you probably have weak teeth…