I woke up this morning, got dressed and went in the kitchen where my wife was  already fixing breakfast.  

I looked to see what she was cooking, and saw one of my socks in the frying pan.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

She said "I'm doing what you asked me to do when you came to bed drunk last night ," she replied.

Completely puzzled, I walked away thinking to myself,  "I don't remember asking her to cook my sock."