sometimes i have to put my pride aside

So here's a secret about me. I dig talking during sex. I'm a fan of the well-intentioned, perfectly appropriate to the occasion chit chat. Whereas I don't tend to read directions when I'm learning something new, trust that I'm oh so happy getting a step-by-step, "put Tab A into Slot B" discourse on what you're planning to do and how you're going to do it when sex is in play.

With that secret out, let me now tell you a little secret about my husband. He doesn't quite have the gift for gab that I do. Oh, he's getting better, but it's still a work in progress. So he should be quite thankful my patented "sex move" had worked and I was already naked and in position Saturday afternoon when he leaned in, gave me a smile and saw my anticipation for his words swell nicely.

Because instead of some insanely sexy prose, I got this.

That's right.

I got the "Cornholio" routine. Complete with the Beavis voice.

After he repeated it (because in my disbelief I whipped my head around and asked him what in the hell he'd just said), he laughed. At himself. Like Butthead.

So another secret about me. I'm apparently easy. I never actually thought I was, but when he finished laughing and I'd gotten quite dizzy from shaking my head in disbelief, I shrugged my naked shoulders, gave him this, and told him to give me his tool.

Huh huh. I said tool.

We're so stupid. At least we have each other to score with.