My wife stopped by unannounced at our daughter's house recently. She rang the doorbell and walked in. She was shocked to see our daughter lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing and the aroma of perfume filled the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm waiting for Nick to come home from school," she said. "I am wearing my love dress."
"Love dress? But you're naked!" my wife said.
"Nick loves for me to wear this dress," she explained. "It excites him to no end. Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours on end. He can't get enough of me."
My wife left. When she got home, she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the couch waiting for me to arrive.
Finally, I came home. As I walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively I asked, "What are you doing?"
"This is my love dress" she whispered, sensually.
"Needs ironing," I said.
And that's how the fight started!