Figuring out a way to get around broken "tools" is the mark of a true genius!
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, hardly awake, she turned to me and said softly, "You must
make love to me right now!"
My eyes lit up and I thought, "Either I am still dreaming or this is going
to be my lucky day!"
Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and 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."
