Yesterday my wife and I exchanged "shut the f*** ups" while she was preparing French toast and sausages.
Wife: "The kitchen is too small for two people"
Cad: "I thought that I was helping you..."
Wife: "You were just getting in the way" [using her I'm the Boss Voice]
Cad: "I have an idea: Why don't you shut the f*** up?'
Wife: "Why don't you shut the f*** up...!"
Wherein she served breakfast and we sniveled our way thru our tasty morsels.
Later. She went out to run errands. When she came home she told me that she had a surprise for me. I discovered that I was The Proud Owner of a AA Battery Powered Shaver. After struggling with The Overpackaging for too long [I can do this..] I ciphered the intructions, assembled the shaver and dashed off to the bathroom to give my new grooming tool a try. It worked wonderfully. The instructions informed me that I still has eighty five more minutes of shaving time on the batterys. I shaved twice that day. [I can do this..] Ah science!
MORAL OF The Story:
My wife bought me a new electric shaver, apparently as a reward for surviving breakfast. We seem to have adapted to Parkinson's in novel ways.