Breakfast
 

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual 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!"

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.

Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, “What was that all about?"

She explained, “The egg timer's broken."





Unfortunately, the eggs were still under-cooked.

Wow a 3 minute egg.

Sounds more like a two-minute egg if undercooked. :loco:

So funny.