George is not very attentive to his wife at breakfast.   He had fallen asleep attempting to devise in his head a new mixture of explosives for the mine.   George is pre-occupied with those thoughts, "Marge, could you get me something to write on, please?"    Marge gets him a blank recipe card.   George writes a few things down, then grumbles, "I messed it up, could you please get me another card, Dear?"