Disclaimer: The Dick Van Dyke Show is among the many things I do not own.
Laura winced as she sat down to breakfast, and Rob felt a pang of guilt. "Honey, I'm sorry about last night…" he said.
"The last five nights, Rob," said Laura.
Rob sighed. "I should have warned you," he said. "But who thinks to warn his future wife that he kicks things in his sleep?"
Laura smiled wearily. "It's all right, Rob," she said. "I should have guessed."
"Well, can I do anything to make up for it?" said Rob.
"Yes, actually," said Laura.
"You can go into town with me today and help me pick out a second bed…"