I was lying down on the couch in the odd state between consciousness and sleep. A loud BANG coming from the kitchen startled me. I grabbed my gun and darted to the source. What I saw terrified me. There was Tony, my beloved husband sprawled out on the floor with blood all over him. "No, Tony!" I gasped my gun slipped from my fingers and I knelt beside him. "Tony, Tony wake up!" I grabbed his face and kissed him. To my surprise he kissed back and laughed.
"You- should-have-seen-your-face" Said Tony in-between laughing fits." I then took a closer look at the 'blood' on his chest.
I then crossed my arms and said, "I'd like to see YOU figure out the difference between blood and marinara sauce!"