Quarantine Brain: When all you can do is laugh

Husband: “Can you turn the oven on to 450 degrees please?” he asks me as he leaves the room.
Me: “Sure,” as I absently move wonder over to the oven and type it in before I carry on with what I was doing.
Husband: A few minutes later he comes back in the room and goes over to put some food in the oven and he says to me, “why in the hell did you set the timer for 4 hours and 50 minutes?”
Me: Momentarily dumbfounded. My recovery, hysterical laughter.

By Shari Marshall – April 2020

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