Don't Eat My Toast

Last Friday while toasting some raisin bread for breakfast I was scolded by my wife.  She pointed to the bananas and said those were for me and that the toast was for her.  My bad, I pleaded.  I had not even seen the bananas much less did I know I wasn't allowed to have toast for breakfast.

Fast forward to Monday afternoon at around 4:30 PM.  Shey just got home from work.  I am still at the office and my phone begins ringing.  Hooray!  It's my lovely wife.  (I do not remember the exact words, but you will get the gist)

Me: Hello
Her: Uhhh, why are you wasting my toast???
Me: Huh?  What are you talking about.  I love you.
Her: I'm standing here looking at toast in the trash can.
Me: I didn't throw away your toast.  I love you.
Her: I know!!!  I just threw it away because YOU left it in the toaster this morning.
Me: Huh?  I didn't make any toast this morning...(I was thinking "I love you" before being cut off)
Her: I know!!!  I put the bread in the toaster for you while you were getting ready.
Me: Oh, I didn't even see it.  I love you.  I wish you would have told me...
Her: I did tell you!!!
Me: Really?  I love you.  I don't remember.  I'm sorry.
Her: I told you while you were in the shower.
Me: Oh, you told me from the kitchen while I was in the shower?  I love you.
Her: Yes
Me: Well, no wonder I didn't hear you.  And I grabbed a banana because last week you yelled at me and told me the toast is for you and the bananas are for me.  I love you.
Her: No more toast for you.