Ittybittycrazy

"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."

Update on Thursday, October 1, 2009 at 12:33PM by

Ittybittycrazy

"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."