This time it wasn't me. It was my usually sweet hubby.
Wishing to surprise him one night, I filled the bedroom with typical, cliche "romance." Rose petals on the bed, ice cold drinks and lots and lots of glowing candles.
Hubby walked into the room and without a moment's thought quipped, "Oh, are we practicing satanic worship tonight?"
Yeah. That's exactly what I was going for . . .