Saturday shopping takes a turn for the kinky when this lucky husband’s honey-do list leads him to the BDSM supply store in town.

“You’ve got my honey-do list?” Bonnie called out to me from the bedroom.

I grumbled to myself. Saturdays should be spent recovering from the workweek. That’s my concept, anyway. But Bonnie wanted us to get things done. She’d been insistent — not nagging, because my girl is not a nag — but letting me know there were plans, and that she wanted me involved.

“Got it,” I called out to her, and I grabbed my keys and headed for the truck.

I did the errands I was aware of first. Gassed the pickup. Dropped the bills in the mail. Then I unfolded Bonnie’s list. “Handcuffs” was the first item I read.