I'm so smart sometimes...

My husband was QUITE put out when I told him to stop hurrying to get home early.

But then I struck on a compromise. I'm so smart sometimes, I can't stand it.


I told him if he gets home early, he can just be my personal slave.


"What do you mean?", he asks, quite suspiciously.


I told him he can prepare MY meals, he can do his own laundry. He can even paint my nails for me!



Sounds like a deal to ME!

(Oh, and he agreed. But I wonder if he's driving slower now.)