Breakfast

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the t-shirt that she slept in.

I walked in barely awake. She turned and said softly, ‘You’ve got to make love to me this very moment.’

My eyes lit up. I thought, ‘I am either still dreaming, or this is going to be a great day.’

I embraced her and gave her my all, right there on the kitchen table.

Afterwards 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 replied, ‘The egg timer’s broken.’

Women are so mean.

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