Last night DH wanted some loving, I was exhausted and clearly not in the mood. I had mentioned I was hungry because we skipped dinner due to a late lunch with his crazy family. So Hubby says "I'll go downstairs and make you some popcorn (microwave kind, this is my favorite night time snack), if you give me some loving." Now this is part in jest but part serious. So I say "fine, but make my popcorn first and DON'T burn it." He gives me some comment about he's not an idiot he knows how to make microwave popcorn. Can you see where this story is going yet? He goes downstairs puts the popcorn in the microwave and immediately comes back upstairs and says, "Let's do it now, I'll be so fast I'll be done before your popcorn is." So I agree, though I heard the microwave beep before we even began. So minutes later, we've completed our act of passionate love making and he goes downstairs to get my popcorn. Within minutes I smell that distinct smell of burnt popcorn. I go downstairs and he is frantically rummaging through the cabinets ( I presume looking for more popcorn). He looks at me with a half scared half amused look on his face, "Um, I burnt your popcorn and we don't have anymore."
So he got what he wanted and I got a whole lotta nothing, sigh, so is life. ;)