Rolled Up
Wife: (looking in the mirror) Ugh, I look gross right now.
Donkey: Speaking of that, are you going to the gym tomorrow? Because I need to set the alarm clock.
Wife: Speaking of what?! I was referring to my hair being a mess.
Donkey: Oh… well… I thought I saw you touching your stomach.
Wife: No, the bottom edge of my shirt was rolled up, so I just happened to be straightening it out at the time.
Donkey: Did you say something about rolls?
Wife: Never mind.
