I'm sitting in front of the computer in my pjs. It's Saturday morning, so I'm up to the usual routine; Twitter, Blogger, Flickr, and Yahoo mail, all open at once while I multi-task between them.
My coffee cup is empty.
Hubs wanders in and sits down. We chat a little, and then I pointedly look at my coffee cup.
"Pleeeeease? Will you make me a coffee?"
It happens almost every Saturday.
"No! No! I'm not making coffee. I knew you'd ask that." He pretends to be irritated. "Why should I make you coffee?"
"Pleeeease?" I hold out the cup and bat my eyelashes. Really, I must look so cute with my bedhead, no make up, and not-so-cute pjs. "I make you cookies when I've worked all day and I'm tireddddd......"
He sighs and snatches the cup from my hands, then wanders away.
"I looooooooove you!!!" I call after him as he leaves the room, just in time to hear him mutter,
"Never should've gone in there at all."