soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only
the 'T' shirt that she normally slept in. As I walked in,
almost awake, she turned to me 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. Afterwards she said,
"Thanks," and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still
around her neck. Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked,
"What was that all about?"
She explained,
"The egg timer's broken."
