a little excitement in an otherwise boring life..?

"Moving in here was the best decision we ever made," I remember telling him ever since we decided to take up residence in this quaint little cottage.

"Closer to work," he would always grunt in return.

But one must admit, life in this little suburbia gets dull after a while. I'm a housewife: my job description involves keeping the house in order and making sure my husband stays happy. Who is my husband, you ask? He is a doctor or mathematics at the university, the object of nightmares of many of his students, object of lust to his female colleagues. Oh yes, I have noticed the seductive stares they have spared in his direction on the occasions that I go to his office. But he is mine, so no worries there.

One breezy day, while I was pruning the garden, the next door neighbor came to visit and offered some cheese. I greeted her with indifference since I knew she was one of the women who have been panting over my man (her husband is also a professor of sorts at the university). She was trying to get into my good graces, I know, but I must remain stoic.

Trudging about in the garden, I was in a very bad mood. I decided to go out and have a few drinks with some female friends. I got dressed and took the car (without my dear husband's permission of course).

A day out with friends did help improve my mood somewhat (that treacherous little b****, trying to catch my hubby's attention!).A few drinks, a bit of shopping, and loads of laughs later, I find myself standing in front of our house. As I pushed the door open, I realized something was wrong. The curtains were drawn tightly shut over the windows, which I normally kept open. There was a bit of a mess in the kitchen: the tablecloth was half hanging off the dining table, the placemats were strewn on the floor, the chairs not in their usual position tucked under the table. Instinctively, I crept down the hall to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard the woman next door moaning and begging my husband for more.

I slammed the door open, catching them offguard. I went to the dresser to take my earrings and necklace off and place them in the little jewelry box my husband gave to me on our last anniversary.

"Honey, this isn't what it looks like!" my husband said, trying to get up from the awkward position he was in.

"I'm not stupid dear. This is exactly what it looks like."

I walked calmly out the door and to the living room. My piano sat in a corner next to the window, and it is here that I decided to go. I sat down on the bench and started to play the Marriage of Figaro.

I looked out the window, across the lawn and into the treacherous adulterer's house. Her husband was clearly visible through their living room window. Indeed, moving here was the best decision we ever made.