Unloading groceries. House is empty, kids at school.
Husband saunters by, discovers newly-bought cookies.
Husband, shocked: “Cookies, Anne?” Sucks air between his teeth, eyeing them. “Naughty!”
Me, eyebrow raised, best seductive voice: “Yes. I should be punished.”
Husband, raising flirtatious eyebrow in return: “I will punish you…” Becomes serious. “…by throwing away these cookies.”
Um WRONG. You need to do something about him.
*snort!*
Do you still have his receipt? I’d return him.
Next time *he* gets frisky, languorously crumble some cookies into his shorts.