Breakfast

I really hated the sound of that alarm clock, that piercing, irritating repeated beeping. After a second or two I slowly started realizing that it was not just another day, it was the day. I felt the movement in the bed as she reached for the clock and then the beeping stopped allowing me to slip back towards tranquillity again. "Love you," I whispered. "Excuse me, you were saying?" she said sarcastically. "You heard me," …

…my hand. "Will you marry me?" "I'm supposed to say that." "I'm not gonna ask you again!" "Damn right I'll marry you!" "I think that qualifies for being properly engaged. Now, let's have breakfast, so we can get to Vegas." And so began our trip to Marriage though it did not happen due to our lack of financial resources we had a memorable time in Vegas and one hell of a breakfast at Bob’s.