Yesterday was pancake day and as I poured the syrup and watched it drip over the sides of my stack, my alter ego, Madsnapper grabbed for the camera and here we are, a post on Pancakes. Hopefully a few laughs for you.
Click on the photo to see the DRIP
Sunday mornings, about every three weeks, my husband makes pancakes for breakfast. While he cooks, I answer email down the hall and in the bedroom.
A few weeks ago this is the conversation between us, in a loud voice since we were yelling down the hall
Sandra: In the honey bottle.
Bob: Which honey bottle? there are 3.
Sandra: Not the honey BEAR, the bottle with the dark colored syrup, the light one is honey.
Bob: OK, I got it, am I supposed to be able to put the bottle down?
Bob: Am I supposed to be able to put the bottle down? it's stuck to my hand.
I leave the computer, walk down the hall, take the bottle, wipe if off and sit it on the counter. The Rest of The Conversation goes like this.
Bob: Why is the syrup in the honey bottle?
Sandra: Because last time I bought the syrup, the only size they had in Log Cabin was 64 ounces. I told you all this when I bought it and that it was to big for the cabinet and also hurts my hand because it is to heavy. You never listen.
Bob: Why do we have 3 honey bottles?
Sandra: I told you that to. I like the Honey Bear, but it drips when I pour, so I bought the honey no drip bottle and it really works. I liked it so much and the bear was empty, and I wanted to put syrup in the no drip bottle, so I bought a new no drip bottle and poured the honey in the empty bear to store it until the honey bottle is empty then I will pour it from the bear into the no drip, then I put the syrup in the no drip honey bottle.
(his eyes are glazed and he is not LISTENING again)