Pinterest.  It took Nancy awhile to catch on to the craze.  But today she fully understood it.  She opened up her repin and starred at the suggestions.  Sixteen Way to Flirt with Your Husband.  She leaned across the bed and breathily whispered into Ned's ear "do you want to pick out my panties to wear tomorrow?" Ned looked over his reading glasses, turning his head to her.  "Ummm.  Ahhh.  What did you just ask me?"

Nancy, out loud, pushing his glasses up his nose for him: I said do you want to pick out my undies, I mean, my panties to wear tomorrow?

Ned: Ummm I got my own thanks.

Nancy: NO!  For ME to wear. To work. Do you want to go into our closet and riffle through my granny panty basket-slash cat bed, pick out a pair, and I will wear them tomorrow?

Ned: Ummmm, WHY?

Nancy: I AM FLIRTING WITH YOU!!!!!

Middle Child: This is just weird.

Ned: (to middle child) Go watch t.v. in the living room. (to Nancy) Not really.

Nancy: Why not?  I quote, 'If your husband picks out your panties he will be picturing you in nothing but them-all day.'

Ned: Ummmm that really doesn't work that way.  What are you reading?

Nancy: Pinterest. Sixteen Way to Flirt with Your Husband.  Would you prefer I leave you sticky notes in unexpected places? Set up a cozy love nest for watching movies??

Middle Child: I WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE!

Ned and Nancy: LEAVE THE ROOM!!!!!

Middle Child: You guys are so weird.

Nancy: Kiss in the car at stoplights? Have a secret code phrase like 'Are we due for an oil change'??? Grab some flesh???????

Ned: Why is it every time I go to read, you start talking?

Nancy: I'm flirting?

Ned sighed and turned back to his book.

Nancy repined homemade recipe cleaners and DIY rabbit cages.

In the morning, amidst a steamy shower a secret hidden message appeared to Nancy on the bathroom mirror.

"We are due for an oil change...!"

Nancy smiled. And scribbled her own message into the mirror.

"Pin that!"