Pinch his butt when the in-laws aren't looking. Hide a love note in his work boots. Order dessert first. Say the thing that is slightly too risqué for brunch. Let the laundry sit. Dance in the kitchen to a song that isn't playing.
It is the small, brilliant theft of routine. She steals his boring t-shirt to sleep in. She hides his left shoe when he is running late, just to hear him yell from the closet. She whispers a suggestion in his ear during the boring part of a wedding toast, knowing full well he has to stand up and give a speech in thirty seconds.
Routine is the assassin of passion. The naughty wife knows this intimately. She does not let the dishes define her. She knows that the opposite of "naughty" is not "good"—it is boring . And she refuses to be boring.
To be the "naughty wife" is to understand that marriage is a playground, not a prison. It is the art of the unexpected.
Pinch his butt when the in-laws aren't looking. Hide a love note in his work boots. Order dessert first. Say the thing that is slightly too risqué for brunch. Let the laundry sit. Dance in the kitchen to a song that isn't playing.
It is the small, brilliant theft of routine. She steals his boring t-shirt to sleep in. She hides his left shoe when he is running late, just to hear him yell from the closet. She whispers a suggestion in his ear during the boring part of a wedding toast, knowing full well he has to stand up and give a speech in thirty seconds.
Routine is the assassin of passion. The naughty wife knows this intimately. She does not let the dishes define her. She knows that the opposite of "naughty" is not "good"—it is boring . And she refuses to be boring.
To be the "naughty wife" is to understand that marriage is a playground, not a prison. It is the art of the unexpected.