I made fried chicken wings yesterday. I went to get the pan I use to fry them in, and it wasn't in the spot where I keep it. I look in the oven, under the sink, in the cabinets, and all through out the kitchen. Am I crazy...? I know I have a frick'n pan for frying chicken...! So I look again, and again, and again.... Now I'm starting to go a little nuts... Where's the frick'n pan...
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I finally go and wake my wife up and say, "Your not going to believe this....! Some one must have broke into our house and stole my chicken frying pan...! She's looking at me like my nuts... But I guess I was starting to get a little nuts. Tearing your kitchen apart for 30 min. looking for a pan you know you have is frustrating.... Half asleep, she drags herself out of bed, goes into the spare bedroom, opens up a sack, pulls out my chicken frying pan and says, "here, use this one.."
Wait......, wait a minute, hey don't say use this one...! This is the frick'n chicken frying pan...! Why isn't it in the kitchen where it's suppose to be...? She replies, "Oh, I was going to make fudge..." I look into the sack, and there was everything needed to make fudge with...
Wait another minute.... Why didn't you leave the pan in the kitchen where you knew where it was, rather than bringing it into the bedroom...? Were you planning on making fudge in bedroom....? Or were you planning on going off some where and making fudge...?
You know, wives make you crazy....!
Can anyone tell me, "Why would some one hide a pan and fudge making kit in a spare bedroom from their husband...?"
