"I was fighting with my husband the fifth time today, since I forgot about the other four times I fought with him, when I was reminded that it is our anniversary today , to which I screeched at him , raising a butter knife with my heavily stenched foot, to which he fluttered his eyelids to a deep REM sleep, since he is 85, but immediately peeled open his eyes realizing he was in danger , and took me here to this cute diner, to which we ate while he reminisced his time in the Vietnamese war"
