An elderly couple was lying in bed late one night. The husband was completely exhausted and desperately trying to drift off to sleep, but his wife was feeling deeply nostalgic and in a highly romantic mood.
She turned to him and sighed, “You know, dear… you used to hold my hand back when we were courting.”
With a weary groan, the husband reached across the mattress, squeezed her hand for a brief second, and closed his eyes again.
A few minutes passed, and she whispered, “And then, you used to kiss me all the time.”
Mildly irritated but wanting some peace, he rolled over, gave her a quick, dry peck on the cheek, and settled back down into his pillow.
Not thirty seconds later, she leaned in closer and purred, “And then, you used to playfully bite my neck.”
Angrily, the old man threw back the heavy blankets, swung his legs over the edge, and stood up.
Startled, the wife sat up and asked, “Where on earth are you going at this hour?”
The husband glared back at her through the dark and snapped:
“To the bathroom to get my teeth!”
