Humid morning, fan blowing, everything just a tad damp, husband with hair standing up on one side, wife with enormous hair due to the weather.
He (without opening eyes): What time is it?
She (has to open hers): 6:20.
He (eyes still closed, determinedly): Have you checked on the dogs?
She (isn’t this obvious?): No. But didn’t you get up at four or something?
He (sleepily): I thought I heard barking.
She (looks at him): No, it was a crow. It’s Trash Day, and they were having their usual crow party.
He (opens one eye): Did they have an Open Crow Bar?