She was standing in the kitchen preparing to boil eggs for breakfast,
wearing only the T-shirt that she normally slept in.
As I walked in almost awake she turned and said softly, "You've
got to make love to me this very moment."
My eyes lit up and I thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is going
to be my lucky day." Not wanting to lose the moment I
embraced her and then gave it my all right there
on the kitchen table.
After wards she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still
around her neck. A little puzzled, I asked,
"What was that all about?"
She explained, "The egg timer's broken."
Women are very mean.