On their anniversary night, the husband sat his wife sat down
in the den with her favorite magazine, turned on the soft
reading lamp, slipped off her shoes, patted and propped her
feet and announced that he was preparing dinner all
by himself. "How romantic!" she thought.

Two-and-a-half hours later, she was still waiting for dinner
to be served. She tip-toed to the kitchen and found it a
colossal mess.
Her harried husband, removing something indescribable from
the smoking oven, saw her in the doorway.
"Almost ready!" he vowed.
"Sorry it took me so long - I had to refill the pepper shaker."

"Why, honey, how long could that have taken you?"

"More'n an hour, I reckon. Wasn't easy stuffin' it through
those dumb little holes."