(Amos typed the title. I'm leavin' it.)
"Come on," my husband said, rising from the couch, "let's go to the store and get stuff for EZ's meatball recipe. It's my turn to bring treats this week." (The unspoken statement lurking there is, "And I'm a man, so I need meat!")
What the man clearly doesn't know is that the kitchen must be cleaned before any cooking commences. HA! Joke is on him.
Why is he pulling on my feet?