Fry Up

At 07:00, the wife hears a key in the front door and she wanders down, bleary eyed, to find her husband in the kitchen– drunk, with ruffled hair and lipstick on his collar.

"I assume," she snarls, "that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in here at seven in the morning?"

"There is," he replies. "Breakfast."

:o)