It is 10:30 PM and the sweet husband informs me that what he would really like to have is Chicken Fried Steak, Mashed Potatoes, Biscuits and Gravy.
Being the agreeable sort, I reply, Sounds great, when are you cooking it?
SH: I kind of thought you might cook it tomorrow, you are a much better cook than I am.
Me: No, I have to cook Chicken and Dumplings tomorrow, remember, for your sister and her SH.
SH: I could call her and see if they wouldn't like steak instead.
Me: I don't remember how to cook that, you will need to cook it, maybe by watching you, I will be able to do it the next time.
SH: You just cooked it a couple of weeks ago, you didn't forget that fast.
Me: Not only do I not remember how to cook it, I don't remember cooking it a few weeks ago, I may need to go to the doctor.
SH: That horoscope thing you had said you were always wanting to do things for everybody, what happened to that?
Me: Hmm, I only read the part that said I was great in bed.
SH: Now, talk about things you don't remember!
Me: I hope I don't suddenly forget how to cook anything at all, or maybe even forget the way to the kitchen to get you your coffee.
SH: I remember that you were the absolute greatest in bed.
Me: And I remember that your horoscope said you were a very smart man.
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