My wife, Daisy, and I were out and about - driving around, running errands. Getting ready for the weekend.
"You gotta birthday coming-up," Daisy said, "Next week! You're gonna be..."
"Ugh!" I said - interrupting her, "Don't remind me."
"You wanna do something?" She asked, "Something fun? I mean... besides sex. Not that sex isn't fun."
I laughed.
"No, seriously. We should do something special for your birthday. Invite some people over..."
"For sex?" I said.
She hit me, "No! For your birthday! A cookout or something."
I made a face, "Cooking for a buncha people is the absolute LAST thing I wanna do on my birthday, sweetheart."
My wife crossed her arms and pouted, "You're so reclusive, Whoopsie. I was thinking it'd be nice to be social for a change."
"We're social," I said, "We're hella social."
"When was the last time we had people over?"
I was about to answer her, but she interrupted me...
"That WASN'T family... or a buncha horny swingers!"
She got me. I couldn't think of a time. I glanced at her and noted she had that smug look on her face she gets when she knows she's got me.
I sighed, "You're right," I said, "It's been a long time since we had people over who weren't family or horny swingers. But... it's MY birthday, and I really DON'T want to have people over. Okay?"
"Okay," Daisy said, "Fine..." Still seemingly smug from my having conceded the point.
We fell silent for a bit. I drove. She sat there.
At a stoplight my wife said, "But... just outta curiosity... who all would you invite?"
"For a cookout?"
"No," She said, "For sex!"
