Hubby Cooks...

That statement by itself is rather scary.  I have to admit, he is a good cook, makes a mean pot of homemade chili, can fry chicken to a golden delicious brown, and can make gravy that would be the envy of chefs worldwide.

The down side is the man is a slob in the kitchen!!! 

Last night as he was cooking fresh Gelbveih burgers, I came through to see if I could help.  He asks, what's on my foot, lifting it for me to see.  I said, your sock.  No, he said there is something on my sock that is making me slide around.  Upon closer inspection, I peeled a flattened piece of ground meat from the bottom of his sock.

He asked, how did that get there?  WELLLL, Hubby, you are the one cooking ground meat so I guess you dropped some.  Oh, he said, as he pushes aside his debris from last night's chili making.

I do appreciate his cooking, this is a big relief for me.  I have just one question.  Why, when I cook, I clean up after myself and yet when he cooks, I have to clean up after him????