Last night the following exchange took place in our apartment:
Fresh: What are these two ice cube trays doing on the pot rack?
Wife: They need to be filled with water and placed in the freezer.
After the conversation, I filled them and put them back in the freezer without further comment. This shows that I have moved to the second stage of marriage. In the first stage, I would have asked, "Why can't you make ice?" or "What the fuck is wrong with you?" In the third stage, there won't even be a conversation, I'll just fill them and put them back in the freezer without asking (because really, the answer is obvious).
It's amazing that she can make chicken marsala without a recipe but she forgets the recipe for ice. Ah, the joys of marriage!
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