She: “Good morning, love. Have I mentioned yet that I’m hungry?”
He: “No. Pleased to meet you, Hung …”
She: “French toast comes in a can?!
He: “The better to toast you with, my dear.”
She: “Wow. And I’ve been giving you all the yummy credit!”
She: “No bust for me.”
He: “Say what?”
She: “You heard me. Have you forgotten about the vampire hummingbirds already?”
He: “So does that mean that all mastectomy patients are safe from the police? What can I get you to steal?”
He: “Too late. He dead. Unless you’re into grave robbing.”
She: “I want all the dead presidents!”
He: “James Buchanan? Warren Harding? Donald Trump?!? No, wait, he’s not dead yet …”
She: “OK, I guess I only want the minted dead presidents.”
He: “And here I thought you were more into coconut flavorings.”
She: “How about coin flavorings?”
He: “You wish to waste your advantage on nickels and dimes?”
He: “Looks like I’d better be getting you a grant.”
She: “Looks to me like you’re trying to buy me off. How about you stop stalling and feed me?”
He: “What? Do you see any horses in this house?”
She: “Not unless you count the geckos that are horsing around in here.”
He: “Good. Because you wouldn’t want me to be cooking after mucking out a horse stall.”
She: “You don’t wash your hands before cooking? After all the COVID instructions?”
He: “I don’t think that’s part of the COVID rules. You only get to cook your hands once.”
She: “Don’t cook your hands. I’m already dying of starvation here, and I don’t want to have to wait any longer because I have to see that you get to the hospital. Hm?”
I remember this somewhat differently.
I new way for morning to be broken.
And it’s an ear worm I don’t mind having.