The Saint: smiling, and not looking at all in fear for his life: “You really through me for a loop last night.”
Me: glaring, daring him to continue speaking DIRECTLY TO ME (Note time of day)
The Saint: still smiling, WTF?: “When I got back from walking the dog last night I thought maybe you baked some cookies. Or even a strawberry cake.”
Me: slowly making mental connection- me?– baking? – cookies? – scented candle! “BWAHAAHAAAHAAHAA!”
Me: wiping my eyes, gasping for air: “Strawberry CAKE?” “BWAHAAHAAHAA!”
