A very rare event took place last night– Hubs and I both went to bed very early. In our home, that can only mean one thing. Neither of us were feeling well. We had caught #3's cooties.
So, there, laid flat on our backs, sheets up to our necks, sore throats, stuffy noses, croaky voices, and hearing stifled thanks to head congestion, I had a craving.
I say, "I want cake or cookies."
Hubs perks up a bit, and clears his sore throat to question what he just heard, "You want a quickie?"
Rolling my eyes and full of disbelief and sarcasm I retort, "I WANT CAKE OR COOKIES! Yeah. With all this (motioning to my head) going on, I want a quickie!"
"Well that's what I thought you said." He paused to cough and think. Then, he did something he really shouldn't have done. He should know by now. Despite phlegm, he tried to be cute. "Well, I do have some morsels for you."
"Yeah, but they're tiny."
**Badda-bing!! Put one more up on the scoreboard for me!!**