THE RIB

I woke up last night. My sweetie was laying there crying. 

“Whats wrong?” I asked. 

“I think I broke a rib” 

“How did you do that?” I asked.
I expected her to say "on the way to the bathroom", or "I fell out of bed". 

But no. 

“While we were making love” she said. 

I laughed. I couldnt help it.

I didnt know whether to say I’m sorry, or you're welcome.