When Hello Kitty Hell exists, it does invade all aspects of your life. It’s amazing what a detrimental effect Hello Kitty can have on a man’s love life as the following example will illustrate…
My wife and I were in a romantic mood the other night. We start to get a bit frisky and my wife takes off her shirt to reveal the Hello Kitty bra:

Now, after years of marriage, I know the right answer to this question. The correct answer is “Yes, honey, it’s very cute and it makes you look more beautiful” (all single guys, write that down in your notebook). Of course, the Hello Kitty cheerleader on one side and the monogrammed Hello Kitty initials on the other make it impossible for me to say the correct answer…
me: uh, what’s that? (shocked that Hello Kitty has invaded yet another part of my hell)
wife: It’s my new bra (wife folds arms waiting impatiently for correct answer)
me: oh…(split second hesitation and instant recognition on what is about to unfold)
wife: (raises an eyebrow). Is it me or the bra? (shirt goes back on)
me: no, no , no…yes, it is the cutest thing (lying in desperate hope to save the moment already knowing it is futile)
wife (raises eyebrow higher) So it’s me, then? (goes to closet to get Hello Kitty sleeping bag for me to sleep on couch)
me: no, no , no…You’re as beautiful as ever. Much cuter than the bra (realizing instantly that the Hello Kitty trap had locked and the key had been thrown away)
wife: (both eyebrows raised) so you don’t think the bra is cute! (Hello Kitty sleeping bag is thrown on couch, bedroom door slammed and locked)
I wonder how many more nights I’ll be sleeping out here on the couch…