Quid Pro Quo

So it's 6 AM and yet my husband still acts like a slut. I barely have caffeine coursing through my veins. Our walk-in pantry's 2 lights are burned out. I'm blind, but more importantly, our two pups dine in there as well. how will they be able to see I ponder?

Then my superhero husband comes in to save the day. Without comment, he grabs lightbulbs and steps on the ladder as I stand there mouth agape. Wuh? no nagging? Then with a smooth flick of the wrist, he unzips his fly. Wuh? He looks at me calmly as if saying while you're down there.

Let's not forget that nary 2 minutes previous, my "super" helpful husband also required a double booby flash for said coffee coursing through my veins.

Did I say super hero? I meant super slut. Man whore. Clarence Thomas. Yeesh!

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 6:11 AM