A Few Freudian Slips in the Kitchen, Part 69

I think I've mentioned my tendency to make overtly sexual comments without the slightest bit of awareness. Luckily, Husband calls me on it every single time. It didn't take me long to accumulate enough material for a post, even after limiting the location to the kitchen. In fact, it took exactly 36 hours. Here are a few gems:

 

Me: It was very long and very hard, but it was very good.

Him: That's what she said.

(At the dinner table talking about my swim that morning)

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Me: It's too big to fit in here, but I'll make it fit!!!

Him: That's what he said.

(Trying to put a giant bowl of coleslaw into my overstuffed fridge)

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Me: Things are a little woody in the core area.

Him: That's what she said.

(Coring a quince; also applies to parsnips)

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And my personal favorite:

Me: It's very spitty over here so stay away from the meat.

Him: That's what she said.

(Stir-frying beef)

Comments

[Huband]

So naughty!

[Ann Flora]

Sounds like the husband is the one who's making them overtly sexual comments. Just like a man!

[Twisted Susan]

Part 69?
Hmmmm.