It’s been a while since I shared something funny Vince said. It isn’t that he isn’t saying funny/crazy things . . it’s just that I never remember to share them.
He leaves his outside dirty clothes (really dirty, stinky) in the garage til time to wash them. This morning he said “I have probably a load full of clothes in the garage. Do you want me to bring them in?” I was making yogurt and getting dinner in the crockpot and putting the freeze dried bananas in jars. I said “Can you just put them in the washer and be careful so legs of shorts or strings from the stretchy shorts don’t get wrapped around the agitator.” We had a front load in Texas and he got used to tossing everything in there without looking. The other day he had put his clothes in the washer and I started it. When I went to take them out, it was the biggest mess – strings around the agitator, legs of underwear and shorts around the agitator.
He told me they were in the washer and it was ready to be started.
Me: Do you want me to show you how to work the washer?
Vince: No. If I learn to work everything around here, why would I need you?
It is kinda funny to think of what he would do without me and yes, I know he would survive and probably never miss a beat.
I was sitting in the living room and he was in the kitchen. I was about to get up to make sure the crockpot was working. Mine doesn’t have any kind of light on it so I’m never sure if it’s working but I figured since he was in there, he could do it.
Me: Would you check the crockpot and tell me what it’s doing?
Vince: It says “yogurt”.
I looked up and could see that he was standing in front of the Instant Pot, staring at it like . . it isn’t doing anything!
Me: That’s the Instant Pot. Check the crockpot please.
He walked over to the stove, looked at all the cast iron sitting there and I heard him mutter “none of this is a crockpot”.
Me: It’s by the toaster!
Vince: Doesn’t look like it’s doing anything.
Me: Is it boiling?
Vince: Nope, not doing anything.
I went in there and it was simmering. He said . . I didn’t know I could take the lid off while it’s cooking. I told him . . the Instant Pot – don’t try to take the lid off when it’s cooking. Better yet . . don’t touch anything that’s cooking unless it looks like there’s fixing to be a disaster.
I work hard to fix good meals but I do like cooking. Vince is just as happy with a storebought jar of spaghetti sauce and storebought pasta or a ham sandwich. He never complains about what I cook or how many times I serve leftovers. I’m so glad he isn’t a picky eater.