> 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!' > 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. > 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'