Mothers Day

So it's 6am, I've decided I let her "sleep in" long enough. Mrs D.O.M. said she wanted to go to breakfast early to beat the Mother's day rush. I jump on top of her while she's sleeping screaming "time to wake up, Happy Mother's day" over and over again. Weeeee!! "Happy Mothers day, let's go to breakfast!"....I Love you, you're so beautiful, let's eat", and of course, "come on get up, you whore, I'm hungry" She finally wakes up and acknowledges my existence and says to give her a few minutes to get ready. I get off of her and let her up. The sight of a guitar leaning against the wall immediately brings the joyous vision of me smashing it over the top of her head. Not in a mean way, but an overcome with joy way. I burst out laughing which puzzles her. I try to explain but it just makes things worse.