Scene: A white tile top kitchen table is stationed in front of a large window overlooking a fenced backyard where a small child examines bugs crawling through the grass. Two people sit in pajamas (the woman still pretty hot even with bedhead) sipping coffee, both hoping small child does not eat bugs.
“I don’t get why people cheat after they’ve been married for more than 20 years.” I say, taking another sip of the excellent coffee I prepared.
“Hmmm. Yeah.” My husband mutters blurrily.
“Who has the time and how do they find someone to cheat with? What if all your male co-workers are ugly and the only time you have free is your lunch hour? You can’t meet someone new in that sort of time frame. I mean, how would you even go about that?”
“Hmmm.” He stares sleepily out the window.
“No, really. I’m asking you. How could I meet a hot guy to cheat on you with in that kind of time frame?” I say, curious to see his reaction. Mass quantities of caffeine do not help the already paper thin filter between my thoughts and my mouth.
My husband blinks once and yawns before answering. “I don’t know. Maybe online?”
“Gross, who do you think I am? Your brother?”
“Just trying to help, baby.”
I stare at him as he smirks back at me. “I freakin’ love you.”
We go back to sipping coffee while the youngest of our children eats a protein breakfast in the backyard.
Life is good.