The Sober Husband tends to ask a lot of questions, and this morning was no exception. Lola woke me up while I was in the middle of an intense dream (evidently I had gone to war in the Middle East, but yet I was living in a luxury penthouse). I stumbled downstairs to get some life-giving coffee, only to be intercepted by the Sober Husband, who began peppering me with questions about my plans for the day.
"Don't interrogate me until I've had some coffee! No questions!" I snapped. I poured a cup and leaned against the counter while I took a sip.
Meanwhile the large feral cat I have adopted caught sight of me. He regards me as a can-opening mechanism, and he made eye contact with me and began crying noisily. The Sober Husband looked at the squawking animal. "Don't interrogate her until she's had some coffee!"
Giggle -- at least SH learns fast!
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