You know when you meet a guy, and the chemistry just goes off and wow, do you have good monkey love? Then you kind of wake up after some post-coital snoozing and realize that you better chew off your arm and get the heck out of dodge.

Well, imagine the same scenario, but the guy is your husband and you can't gnaw off your arm and you have to tolerate him stumping around the house like he's all that because he turned you into a puddle in the night and he's making snide little comments about what a hoochie little slut he turned you into and he's generally being insufferable.

Then, the big galoot puts on his boxers. And you roll your eyes one last time as he kisses your shoulder, and roll over and go back to sleep.