I know I haven’t posted for awhile. I’d give you my lame excuses, but you know what they say, “Excuses are like armpits. We all have them and they all stink.”
Anyway, recently I was reminded of another pearl of wisdom. I’m not sure where I heard it (maybe the same people who came up with the whole “excuses are like armpits” thing) but if it’s true then it is priceless.
I hope this isn’t too racy for you, but here’s the wisdom:
Do you know the best foreplay? Doing the dishes!
I’ve always tried to be helpful around the house, but this last week I’ve really tried to kick it into high gear. I didn’t have ulterior motives I swear! I just noticed how much my wife does for our family and wanted to try to relieve some of her burden.
Anway, as I’ve done the dishes and had the kids chip in more too, I noticed how much more amorous my wife became. She would rub my feet without me asking, or play with my hair (which I absolutely love!). That’s where I’m going to draw the T.M.I. line. You get the point.
So, men out there reading this, pay attention! Do the dishes. Trust me! Your marriage will thank me later.