In falling love

   My girlfriend and I have been going through some problems lately.  She yells, she screams nasty insults, she throws things.

     Despite this, I remain a hopeless romantic; or rather a pathetically blinded optimist.  

     So last night, we sit down with one beer each and propose a toast.

     We raise our glasses.

     I say, “to love.”

     As I say this, however, she simultaneously just says “dirty pony” at the exact same point in time.  Her two words dancing on top of mine, muddy feet and all.

    And before either one of us could even react- CLANK

      And cheers