Ahem. I have an announcement to make.
My husband cleaned the house yesterday. The whole house. By himself. Without having to be asked, begged, or bribed.
This may not seem to be a big deal to some of you, but in my world this is a miracle on par with the parting of the Red Sea and the whole multiplication of the loaves and fishes thing. It's big. Really big.
So, following my husband's lead of changing things up in a big way, I decided to reward him by not even attempting to pressure him for sex last night. Apparently, it worked because this morning he jumped out of our bed, happy as a clam, and rushed outside to start doing some yard work.
I am pleased to announce that, at this moment, both Kat and Mr. Kat are very happy. I have a clean house, and soon I will have nicely manicured yards. He gets some relief from the pressure to put out.
Yes, Prowlers, this is a mad, mad world, isn't it? Go figure.
Hmm. I wonder how much sexual indifference I would have to fake to get him to clean out the garage....