You know that phrase can never prefix something good.
“Hey honey, watch this!” My husband said as he stood in the kitchen with an egg in his hand. “I’ve been watching Gordon Ramsey*.” He cracked the egg fearlessly on the side of the pan. Half the egg splurted out on the countertop, and the other half – including bits of the shell – sizzled into the pan.
Bonus points for offering to watch the baby while I cleaned up breakfast, but failing to let me know that he’d let some of the egg cook on the rangetop and the majority of it was still spattered on the countertop.
* A British chef (we watch a lot of BBC over here).