The wife 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."
My eyes lit up as 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 about..."
"The egg timer is broken."