Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary.
He invited me to take a romantic stroll in The Meadow.
I agreed, because I had no idea disaster would strike.
I wore a gauzy, green dress.
My husband said I looked beautiful.
Overcome by passion, we embraced.
He nibbled on my neck. Something else nibbled on my leg.
I looked down and realized The Meadow was full of ravenous monsters.
They mistook me for a tasty treat, because I was wearing green.
I screamed and sprinted home.
My husband returned a few minutes later, shirtless.
The Meadow’s monsters ate his green t-shirt.
Suddenly, I didn’t mind their appetite.
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