The Cookbook Junkies

My husband is funny but I don’t laugh outloud at most of his humor because I’m around it all the time (no, I’m not like Mrs. Costanza).

Today, I laughed outloud. I was reading on msn.com about the poor duck that was shot twice and then put in the fridge and two days later Mrs. Fudd opened the fridge door and the duck raised his head. Jim said, “Usually when I open the refrigerator the light just comes on.” Now that was funny. Duck is now being treated and expected to make a recovery, hunter thinking about taking up another way of putting meat on the table.

We were watching the football game (New England v. Colts) and I thought NE stood for Nebraska…anyway – I was looking through a cookbook as I am want to do while watching football that doesn’t involve Jeremy Shockey and I asked Jim, “do you ever think about living in a small town or in the mountains” (we live on Long Island in New York) and he said, “there are coyotes in the mountains”. I said, “there are coyotes in New Jersey!”. Yesterday on the news a story about a wild coyote biting a boy near or at his school…Jim said, “but that is a city coyote”… I can see the Roadrunner going by now … beep beep.

It is nice to see that I inspire greatness in others. Here is the blog of one of my husband’s co-workers/friends. I commented as to how he could entitle it theuntoldlegend…. if he was going to tell it? – Actually, my comment had an error in that I referred to his title as untold story – but I’m old and tired and didn’t want to figure out if I could edit a comment…who really reads these things anyway? Not my husband for sure.

http://theuntoldlegendofankitspatel.blogspot.com/

Arrggghhhh…why do men watch football when “their” teams aren’t even playing?

My name is Jenny.

My husband calls me Jen. That is fine. He’s my husband, he can call me that (it is preferred to wench, b*t*h or woman).

People he knows calls me Jen. I hate that. I hate that. I hate that. He says it is because he always says “Jen this…” “Jen that…” (again preferred to “that old lady of mine…”)…

I never sign anything Jen, I never leave a message starting “this is Jen”, when someone answers the phone, I never say, “Hi, this is Jen.” Idios mio.

Then there are the people that assume your name is Jennifer. Okay, that isn’t my name either. Don’t assume anything. I assume you graduated high school, have a common grasp of the English language, can sit upright and use a fork without hurting yourself…silly me — we’re both wrong.