My Wife Knows Her Place

Last weedend Kathy and I were doing typical stuff, she in the house, me outside. We had discussed dinner and had decided to eat at home. Kathy usually prefers cooking to cleanup, I'm good either way; but the cook don't clean. That said, I came into the house about 6pm hungry and hoping to sense hot food; but nothing. Every once in a while (not often, you'll see why) I like to flex my masculin bravado. So, finding Kathy in the kitchen, I said, in my deepest baratone, "WOMAN, WHERE IS MY DINNER"? She turned with a sweet smile on her face and said, "Are you sure you're in the right house"? It took me several minutes to stop laughing.