Hubby: Hi Honey! How are you feeling?
Me: Still sick.
Hubby: Awww... poor thing. *hug* Can I get you anything?
Me: That would be great! I would love some burritos.
Hubby: Burritos! Yum! I'll be back.
... goes down to kitchen, and I hear some cooking going on...
Five minutes later...
He's back upstairs holding a cheese omelet in his hands.
Me: Is that for you?
Hubby: Yeah! It's a cheese, turkey and tomato omelet! Doesn't it look tasty?
Me: Ummm... yeah, it does. But... ummm... where are my burritos?
Hubby: Burritos? What burritos?
Me: My burritos. Remember? You went downstairs to make them.
Hubby: Oh... you said you'd really love some, but I didn't think you actually wanted some. Or maybe I did. Sorry... I forget. Uhh... do you still want burritos?
Me: Ummm... yeah. I do. Please could you make me some?
Hubby: Well, I don't know how.
Me: Honey, you worked at *Taco Bell* for a year in high school... I think you can manage.
Hubby: Okay! I'll be right back! Love you! (jumps, skips and does a little dance while going downstairs)
Me: Thank you! I love you too! (I shout down the stairs)
... he goes down to the kitchen, and I hear some cooking going on...
Two minutes later...
He's back upstairs holding a plate with two burritos in his hands.
Me: Oh, Honey! Thank you! You're the best!
Hubby: Oh, you're welcome! I LOVE YOU! *kiss*
Yeah, sure my hubby is forgetful... but he still is cute and wonderful. :)
*emmett* ~ who thinks this is a very funny story :)