Me, lying in bed this morning, grumpy.
Hubs zips out of the bathroom Tom Cruise in Risky Business style (except naked), amped up on caffeine, looks at me, and says, “Goodmorning sunshine! What can I get you? Coffee? Tea? Desert?
Me: How about breakfast in bed. Why can’t you serve me breakfast in bed like the Downton Abbey women?
Hubs: You know, I was thinking about serving you breakfast in bed once during our marriage. Pick a date.
Me: Ah, the romance never ends.
Hubs: Plus, that’s what the servants do. Not the husbands.
Me: Guess I’ll just have to find me a Branson then…rawr.
Hubs did not like this.