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, and I see one of my socks in the frying pan.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
She said “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 really don’t remember asking her to cook my sock…”