I love my husband, I really do but there are times...
This afternoon while preparing a chicken casserole, I trimmed some globs of fat off some boneless chicken thighs. While I was putting the casserole in the oven, the cat jumped up on the counter and began to sniff, lick, ingest some of the fat globs. Enter husband. Instead of simply putting the cat off the counter and the fat in the garbage, he just stands there and asks, "Do you let him eat raw chicken??" No, and I don't let the baby play with matches either.
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