A Glimpse In the Window of Marriage

A quiet suburban neighborhood. An evening spring shower has scrubbed the air leaving a fresh and hopeful scent wafting through the three bedroom, one bath rambler. Sunday night winds down in preparation for a long week of hard-working husband bringing home the bacon to his pretty stay-at-home wife and two cherubic progeny.

As bedtime preparations commence, pretty wife takes a rare late-night shower. In an attempt to keep her slender pre-baby figure, she has spent the past hour on the treadmill. The barbecue pork sandwiches she so lovingly prepared for her beaming family are not sitting well in her stomach. She has had a hard time concentrating on her exercise, but she wants to make her husband proud and earn his respect. She has soldiered forth. One cannot enter the marital bed in such a state, so she scrubs and freshens herself up in the shower while her husband finishes his night time routine.

She towels off, all the while discussing the important events of the upcoming week: preschool potlucks, school photo pick-up, menu preparation. Freezing, cramping and farting, she hobbles over to the toilet in a desperate attempt relieve her intestinal discomfort. She looks up to find her husband standing in the doorway with a huge boner.

For better or worse, baby. That ain't no joke.