A short humourous break.
A guy raises his glass and toasts his blonde girlfriend. “May you be in Heaven a half-hour before the devil knows you’re dead!”
“What’s that mean?”
“That is an authentic Irish toast.”
“Oh. In that case, here’s to bread, eggs and cinnamon.”
“Bread, eggs and cinnamon? What’s that?”
“That’s French toast.”
We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the Senior Special was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $1.99.
“Sounds good,” my wife said. “But I don’t want the eggs.”
“Then I’ll have to charge you two dollars and forty-nine cents because you’re ordering a la carte,” the waitress warned her.
“You mean I’d have to pay more for NOT taking the eggs?” my wife asked incredulously.
“Yep” stated the waitress.
“I’ll take the special,” my wife replied.
“How do you want your eggs?”
“Raw and in the shell,” my wife replied.
She took the two eggs home.