 now I'm not even married two months I'm already a mumbling idiot I'm walking to the kitchen I hate chicken I don't even like chicken I don't want a stupid lousy chicken I told her we'd just go to Luby's or something get some jello that's all lousy chicken now I'm in the kitchen and I'm not in a good mood I got the knife I got the fork I got the chicken I'm trying to figure it out in comes my wife who just told me she didn't know how to carve a chicken well apparently there was a class somewhere between our bedroom and the kitchen