Better Than Sex

I made a treat for Dale to take to his office party today.  A chocolate sheet cake with decadent vanilla frosting sprinkled with peppermint candies.  It was "evil" according to one lady.  This morning about six I'm putting it on a platter in little squares.  One of the squares breaks and I'm pretty sure there's a law out there that you have to eat the broken pieces.  (My trainer says you're supposed to throw them away. Silly trainer.)

Dale comes down the stairs and sees me munching on this little piece of heaven and say, "Isn't it way to early for that?"  My reply to him was, "In your world there's never a bad time for sex.  In my world there's never a bad time for chocolate cake."

I think I put it in terms he could understand.