Tragicomedy

MR. Morticia: Wow - my stomach is very unhappy tonight.
Me: You can't blame it on me. I didn't cook tonight.
MR: That's true.
Me: (unable to leave well enough alone): In fact, I didn't have any kitchen accidents tonight.
MR: Are you sure?!
Me: (indignantly) Yes!!
MR: So, you have already forgotten about letting the mashed potatoes boil over.
Me: Umm ... well there was that. Oh, and then this morning I made my hot chocolate TOO hot and burned my tongue pretty bad.
MR: Honey, you should stop talking while you are ahead. By the way, what is that sound?
Me: OH NO!! It's the popcorn I put on the stove - I lost track of time and forgot to put the lid on it!
MR: (following me into the kitchen) Well, the forecast said snow this week - I just didn't expect it inside the house.
Me: I'm going into hibernation. I'll be under the bed if you need me.
MR: Not so fast, woman. You going to blog this before you crawl into your cave!!