After many years of marriage, sometimes the sparkle begins to wear off. You're still in love, can't imagine being with anyone else, but the spice and savor are gone, and a dreary sameness starts to take over. You settle into a routine so predictable that it's hard to work up enthusiasm for executing the maneuver one more time.
And, honestly, I think this is a lot harder on the husband than it is on the wife. We just have so many more things to fill our time....
But when you're married to a wonderful man like Old Dog, it doesn't have to stay that way. Shy as he is, he will take matters into his own hands and step outside his comfort zone to make a mail order purchase to jazz things up, an electronic device to add some flavor and spice to life.
I was more than a little surprised, because he's never done anything like this before. I'd like to say he got my input before he made his purchase, to ensure that I would receive the maximum pleasure from the model he chose, but he didn't, and honestly, his instincts served him well, because I love the one he picked out.
The evening it arrived in the mail, I poured us each a drink and set aside some quality time to investigate the bliss that such a gadget can provide.
Since then, I've made Beef Bourgignon, Risotto with Peas, Acapulco Chicken and Italian Sausage Soup with my new pressure cooker.
Seriously, folks, the food around here these days is orgasmic.