If you do the items on my ‘honey do’ list, then, honey, oh, how I’ll do you.”

That was the text I woke up to, and I felt a wave of anticipation break over me.

“List is on the fridge,” the following text stated. “Don’t let me down.”

I stumbled into the kitchen to find the list held to the refrigerator with a heart-shaped magnet. Written in Sonia’s neat penmanship were all the chores she expected me to get done during the day. I was on vacation, and I had no problem fixing all the little gadgets that were malfunctioning.

I’ve always been good with my hands. Even so, the list took me all day, and all day I fantasized about what our night would be like. Because after every chore, she’d specified a reward.

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