He Said She Said - Hangover Breakfast
Thursday, October 1, 2009 at 11:17AM 
"GET UP!" she yelled.
"Are you cooking me bacon?" he asked a few minutes later, after the groaning was over and he'd managed to get out of bed.
"Yes I am, but I am pretending that I am cooking it for the poor."
"What?"
"That way, I'm cooking it for someone who deserves it."
"Aw, honey," he whined. "I said I was sorry. And I did explain."
"Really? I don't think 'Ah verr drunk' at 1am before collapsing into bed, is an explanation."
"We went out after the poker game."
"Who's we?"
"Me and Bob."
"Who's Bob?"
"He was at the poker game."
"Where did you go?"
"Just some bars near the game."
"What bars?"
"Honey! Please! I promise to call if I hit midnight and I'm still out ever again!"
"OK, fine! Enjoy your hangover breakfast. I'll put something dumb on TV for you."
"Thank you. I love you."
"You so owe me."
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"Did you notice I didn't even have any fried eggs?" she asked.
"Yes, Baby," he said.
"Yes, because I can't because I'm allergic. This was a totally selfless breakfast!"
"Thank you again, Baby," he sighed.
"Oh my GOD!" she yelled, as he slowly heaved himself off the sofa. "It LIVES!"
"OK," he said, "you need to stop relishing this so much."
"Not bloody likely."
Reader Comments (2)
You actually let him off pretty easy...wow. My husband would have been witness to and recipeint of world war 3.
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There is method in my madness. By making him breakfast I:
1) had the moral high ground
2) made him sit with me and deal with endless teasing (a lot of which is not in this story)
3) make him feel even more guilty and, most important of all,
4) make him feel like he totally OWES me.
HAH!
My evil knows no bounds.