Well, she does allow me into the kitchen for a little while each day. Many years back, shortly after we married, she assigned me the the job of dish washer and I have been a slave to the kitchen sink ever since. In 2011 I had a very light heart attack, the DDD called it a heart fart, and after getting home from the hospital I tried to convince her that dishwater would kill a male heart patient but, alas, she decided it was OK to risk my life so I'm still washing dishes.

The DDD told one of her nut burger friends about how I had tried to get out of washing dishes and the friend said, "After he finishes washing the dishes, put a broom in his hand and see if that will finish him off".......Women can be so cruel!!! LOLOLOL