shoulder angels

My bad shoulder angel got the better of me this weekend.

I went to my niece's kitchen-themed bridal shower. For one game we were asked to write down a recipe for

Lasting Romance.

I knew what that meant:

1 cup of laughter

2 handfuls of Friday Night Dates

5 cups of holding hands at church

17 TBLSP of never going to bed angry...

You get the idea.

And I just couldn't do it.

Something in me rebelled.

And my shoulder angel made me write down something scandalous.

Something that made the sweet young bride truly a blushing bride.

And her sister.

And her mom.

I swear, I would never do something like this.

But that devilish shoulder angel made me do it.

My good shoulder angel made me feel a little remorse after I had written it, but I couldn't take it back.

The bride's sister couldn't even read it aloud. She had to pass it on to her aunt, who read:

Recipe for a Lasting Romance:

Lots of Mad Hot Sex!

That should do it.

Any questions? Ask my shoulder angel.