And This is Why I Married Him

I think it's pretty obvious that I do most of the cooking, but that doesn't mean that The Boy's a slacker.

He's master of all things grilled and commander of cooking eggs over medium. With the former, we have somewhat of an unwritten rule that involves me not touching anything with gas tanks and flames. With the latter, he simply has a magic touch.

Except for this past Sunday morning, when I heard a Whoops!!! from the kitchen.

What happened? I asked.

I had a bit of an uncooperative egg, he said.

Of course I had to investigate. I'm the usual Whoops!!!-er around the Hayley House.

And just let me say, an "uncooperative egg " is a bit of an understatement: