A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"

"Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"

"Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"

The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"

"No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
like when I'm driving with you in the car."
--
Om.

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." -Jack Nicholson

"OmManiPadmeOmelet" > wrote in message
...
>A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
> the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
> butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
>
> "Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
> going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"
>
> "Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
> you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
> your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
> them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
>
> The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
> you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
>
> "No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
> like when I'm driving with you in the car."
> --
> Om.

Ouch. You really know how to hurt. Were you in the back seat of our car?

Dora

"OmManiPadmeOmelet" > wrote in message
...
>A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
> the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
> butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
>
> "Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
> going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"
>
> "Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
> you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
> your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
> them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
>
> The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
> you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
>
> "No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
> like when I'm driving with you in the car."
> --
> Om.

This left me hysterical - laughing. I'm anxious to put it on DH's computer
for him to see; I hope I get to see his face while he's reading it.

Also, when he is cooking, poor dear gets this treatment as well (well,
slightly similar.)
Dee Dee

In article >,
"Dee Randall" > wrote:

> "OmManiPadmeOmelet" > wrote in message
> ...
> >A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
> > the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
> > butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
> >
> > "Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
> > going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"
> >
> > "Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
> > you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
> > your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
> > them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
> >
> > The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
> > you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
> >
> > "No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
> > like when I'm driving with you in the car."
> > --
> > Om.
>
> This left me hysterical - laughing. I'm anxious to put it on DH's computer
> for him to see; I hope I get to see his face while he's reading it.
>
> Also, when he is cooking, poor dear gets this treatment as well (well,
> slightly similar.)
> Dee Dee
>
>

Be sure to share his reaction... ;-D

Cheers!
--
Om.

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." -Jack Nicholson

OmManiPadmeOmelet wrote:

> A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
> the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
> butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
>
> "Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
> going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"
>
> "Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
> you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
> your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
> them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
>
> The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
> you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
>
> "No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
> like when I'm driving with you in the car."


Cute I hope you don't mind if I pass this one on.

In article >,
~patches~ > wrote:

> OmManiPadmeOmelet wrote:
>
> > A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
> > the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
> > butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
> >
> > "Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
> > going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"
> >
> > "Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
> > you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
> > your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
> > them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
> >
> > The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
> > you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
> >
> > "No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
> > like when I'm driving with you in the car."
>
>
> Cute I hope you don't mind if I pass this one on.

Please do! :-)

I got it via e-mail.......

Cheers!
--
Om.

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." -Jack Nicholson

On Fri, 23 Dec 2005 19:43:23 -0500, ~patches~ wrote:

> OmManiPadmeOmelet wrote:
>
> > A wife was making fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, he burst into
> > the kitchen and started screaming: "Careful...CAREFUL! Put in some more
> > butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
> >
> > "Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we
> > going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!"
> >
> > "Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when
> > you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST
> > your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt
> > them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
> >
> > The wife stared at him incredulously. "What in the hell is wrong with
> > you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
> >
> > "No," the husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it's
> > like when I'm driving with you in the car."
>
>
> Cute I hope you don't mind if I pass this one on.

My BIL got so fed up with his wife doing that to him that he turned
the driving over to her. Now he can drink as much as he wants and she
can drive him home from parties. LOL
--

Practice safe eating. Always use condiments.

"sf" > wrote

> My BIL got so fed up with his wife doing that to him that he turned
> the driving over to her. Now he can drink as much as he wants and she
> can drive him home from parties. LOL

Well, perhaps his driving sucked. From what I can see, lots of
people need a back seat driver. Some people, you can just tell
they aren't paying enough attention to where they are going.
Gotta keep your eyes peeled, for pete's sake.

Just a couple of days ago, what do I pass but an accident. Get
this, a huge truck, some kind of heavy contruction type of thing,
the kind with the blinking lights and the cones on it, like that?
Perhaps a utility truck, whatever, you get the idea, bright yellow.
Hello, nice big car wedged right under it in the back.

Someone seriously needed a back seat driver to say, Watch
out for that TRUCK STOPPED IN OUR LANE AAAAAA!

nancy

On Sat, 24 Dec 2005 14:03:11 -0500, Nancy Young wrote:

> Well, perhaps his driving sucked. From what I can see, lots of
> people need a back seat driver.

Not in that particular case. My SIL is a champion nag and backseat
driver.
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Practice safe eating. Always use condiments.