Honey, where's the hammer?

I get a call on the way home from work. “Honey, where’s the hammer?”

“Why?” I ask.

“I’m fixing dinner.”

My little Martha Stewart. Post prison. 😉

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5 Responses to Honey, where's the hammer?

  1. MDH, II says:

    Oh, she was out hunting, literally, down something for dinner.

  2. Gitsie Girl says:

    I wasn’t hunting. I was only beating the meat.

  3. Keith Cramer says:

    Next time beat your meat with an iron skillet. Works better.

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