Oh, I just thought of another one:
When I got married (30 years ago this October)I didn't know how to cook, thankfully I learned and had a most understanding husband.
So one day I decided I was going to make some bread, thinking, how hard can it be, right?
I forget what I did wrong, but early on in the process I decided to scrarp the whole thing. I dug a hole, shallow, out back and buried mye dough. Oh I just remembered, it wouldn't rise like I thought it should.
So my husband comes home from work, and wasn't any wiser, things looked normal. Then, for some reason, he had to go out back. He came back in, and being a city boy (married to a country girl)and told me I had to come look, there was a kind of fungus he had never seen before out back under the spruce tree. At least he called it spruce rather than pine, he was learning.
I went out back with him and couldn't believe what I saw. The bread dough rose up out of the ground! It did look sort of like the fungus that grows back there. A city boy married to a country girl that can't cook! But that man knew the difference between pine and spruce!