The New Definition of Romance

When we did our bulk shopping a while ago we bought many boxes of pancake mix. This mix is simply the just add water kind. Its not the best but its much better than pouring the the mix into a bowl with milk and then realizing you don't have any eggs. My husband has grown very fond of this mix since he can actually comprehend how to make it. After we bought our year supply of cheap pancake mix my husband began to make them every morning! He would get out the griddle, which took up half of the kitchen counter since we have a small kitchen. Then he would slather the whole thing with tons of butter. He would dump the mix and water into a bowl and give it a couple of quick turns. When he poured the mix onto the griddle, it would drip down the counter, on his hands and sometimes on the floor. Then he would get the kitchen towel, that I conveniently hang over the oven handle to dry my hands while cooking, to wipe his messy hands. This mess then dries to a very sticky or hard substance. Yes, this is every morning. The other day he says to me, "I make you a pancake breakfast every morning, that's pretty romantic." While he is saying this I'm thinking, is this a new romance I don't know about. He makes a huge mess early in the morning and leaves for work. Umm...Did I miss the romance? I never new that a big mess for me to clean up was romantic. I also didn't know that giving your wife fattening foods every morning would make her happy. If that's the case, I should marry the guy who runs a Krispy Kreme factory!