Ok – so Shane’s gonna hate me publicizing this story, but it’s funny.
Last night after Shane got home as he’s changing from his work monkey clothes I was telling him about my day. He interrupts me mid-sentence to ask, “So… when’s dinner gonna be ready?”.
It sounds bad, and it wasn’t what he meant, but man did it leave me speechless. Apparently he’s forgotten who really wears the pants in the family 
