My Wife Calls It Heated Passion

 

When I broke my collar bone I was closer to her sister's house than my own, so for a moment I thought about calling her sister to come pick me up, because I knew my wife would not let me live this down. But not wanting to suffer the indignity of having to call her sister either, I somehow got the bike up and rode it home with the broken collar bone, but then, no matter how hard I tried, I could not remove my helmet, my arm would just not move in that direction, and I couldn't do it with just one arm. So I bit the bullet, went upstairs, and asked the wife to help take my helmet off. She said what's wrong, why can't you do it. Oh, I just need a little help is all. When she found out what happened, she yanged at me all the way to the hospital, then told the doctor I didn't need anything for pain, and asked is she could be the one to stick me to draw my blood. That, my friends, is marriage.