Making love in the morning

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing to boil eggs for breakfast. Wearing only the ‘T’ shirt that she normally slept in… As I walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly, “You’ve got to make love to me this very moment.”

My eyes lit up and 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.

After wards she said, “Thanks,” and returned to the stove, her ‘T’ shirt still around her neck. A little puzzled, I asked, “‘What was that all about?”

She explained, “The egg timer’s broken.”