Romantic, uh, Nudges

I took off my shirt and stood by the bed, smiling at my husband who just returned from a hard week's work in North Carolina.

"Hi," I said, coyly.

"Whooooo," he drew a sharp intake of breath and I just knew, KNEW, that we were gonna wake the neighbors with a fiesty frolick of epic proportations.

"Wow," he continued. "We really need to buy you some new bras."

Yup.

That's how romance DIED at the Shivel household.