The other day my husband came into my home office when I was working and my daughter was napping and started giving me "the look."
"NO." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine." he said and left.
5 minutes later he yelled upstairs that he was going out to the bus stop to get the kids. I yelled back asking him to throw some batteries upstairs, and then I added, "TripleA" which reminded me of the Emergency Assistance provider. And then it occurred to me that Carmen is MY emergency assistance provider and I wondered if some woman named AAA after the batteries in her vibrator.
Probably not, but I'm never going to be able to see one of their ads again without giggling.
Love,
Kit
I've been in need of emergency assistance. For months.
Posted by: alonewithcats | October 20, 2010 at 10:20 PM
I think this may be one of those chicken-egg situations. which came first? emergency services or self-loving? we may never know.
Posted by: andygirl | October 20, 2010 at 11:01 PM