Mayim Rabim

Um. This just doesn’t seem kosher.

My husband and I are going away on a well-deserved vacation tomorrow. We’re leaving very early, and of course, it’s late and we still aren’t done with everything we need to do. And yeah, I’m niddah, but we kinda figured that would happen and there’s no other time we could go. So, we’ll just suck it up and deal.

Meanwhile, tonight I notice my husband is wearing pants that he wants to bring on the trip, and I want to get the backpack packed and closed. I hand him a pair of shorts, and say, “I know you’ve dreamed of hearing these words: take off your pants.”

You know what the jerk darling goes and does? He clicks something on his laptop, and the next thing I know, my husband is doing a mock strip tease to Barry White’s “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love.”

Now I ask you, is that fair?

I think not.

(Revenge is sweet: hubby says that song no longer does anything for him, since thanks to “that ad,” now all it does is remind him of erectile dysfunction. HA!)