Mental Image

I give hubby a hard time, all the time.  I can't seem to help myself.  Recently, we were sitting at Whataburger and he asked me something, I can't even remember what it was.  It was something we had already discussed, or he already knew. (Yes, he suffers brain farts, too)  When I reminded him, his excuse was, "I just have too many different irons in the skillet!"  I nearly choked on my fries and said, "Why would you put irons in the skillet, don't you mean irons in the fire?"  Then, I got the mental image and couldn't help laughing out loud. (I don't laugh much)  He said what's so funny?  I replied... I feel a blog post coming on, to which he responded and not the least bit seductively... OH, BABE, COME ON!  

So, honey, this one's for you!  (I've gotta strike while the iron is hot)