Breakfast
I woke up this morning, got dressed and went in the kitchen where my wife was already fixing breakfast. I looked to see what she was cooking. In the pan was one of my socks.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I’m doing what you asked me to do last night when you came to bed very drunk,” she replied.
Completely puzzled, I walked away thinking to myself,
“I don’t remember asking her to cook my sock⦔