I don’t like spicy food.  I’m a wuss.  Mrs LeBrain knows this and usually makes sure our meals cater to my wussy tastes.

This week in her haste, she bought M&M’s Louisiana style chicken wings.  In the small print it said “spicy”.  She didn’t notice, but “Louisiana” caught my eye and then I noticed the wings were spicy.

“Sweety, these are spicy wings,” I told her.

“They’re the kind we usually get,” she retorted.

I replied “Are you sure?  I don’t remember ever seeing Louisiana on the package before.”  She’s 1/4 Indian and likes things a lot spicier than I do.  But, she was fairly sure we’d bought these wings before and that I liked them.  So, stupidly, I cooked the whole box.

I’m sure you can tell where I’m going with this.  I ate one wing.  Then I was running to the fridge, drinking milk straight from the carton, doing whatever I could to sooth the burning in my wussy mouth.  You know what works even better than milk?  Table cream.  I swallowed a mouth full.

So here we have comedy of errors.  Jen can be forgiven for thinking she bought the right wings, but I was a dunderhead for cooking them all!  Now she has to finish them!  Good thing she likes spicy.