I'm getting ready for work when Hubs starts undressing to get in the shower.
Hubs: [turning his back to me] Ready for the best thing you'll see all day? [slowly lowering his boxers a couple inches]
Me: I'm not looking.
Hubs: Why not?
Me: It was just a peek. It wasn't even the whole thing.
Hubs: It's supposed to whet your appetite. It was the hors d'oeuvre of your desire. The appetizer of your affection. The lead-up to your lust.
Me: It was none of those things.
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