It happened so fast that my eyes spun backwards in my head.
I had gone market shopping in the morning and purchased salad, corn, chicken and spices to do some Jamaican BBQ. I like thighs, but my wife likes skinless and boneless white meat, so I bought one package of each.
Got home, mixed up the spices (a little Caribbean rub, some garlic, and soy sauce). Threw it in a 1-gallon ziplock, then added my chicken thighs.
My wife has an office in the front of the house, so I went up there and asked, "Honey? Do you want me to jerk your breasts?"
I guess I forgotten to tell her I was doing BBQ.