‘One morning, I was making a breakfast of fried eggs for my husband. He suddenly burst into the kitchen and said, ‘Careful, honey. Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh, you’re cooking too many at once! TOO MANY! Turn them! Turn them NOW! You need MORE BUTTER. You never listen to me when you’re cooking! Turn them and don’t forget to SALT THEM! You know you always forget to salt my eggs!’ I stared at him and asked, ‘What’s wrong with you? Do you really think I don’t know how to fry a couple eggs?’ That’s when he replied, ‘Honey, I just wanted you to know what it feels like when I’m driving with you.’ My God, I love that man.’


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