Tuesday, September 23, 2008

There's something about you, girl

Last night when the wife came home from work, she smelled like maple syrup.
"I made maple-flavored oatmeal for lunch," she said, "and spilled it all over my skirt."
She was upset about the skirt, but having a wife that smelled like pancakes filled me with lust for some reason.  I think I may have called her Mrs. Butterworth during sex.