I haven't been travelling to NYC much lately - I haven't been there in 3 weeks.
Instead, my life has been a series of conference calls, scheduled in back to back 15 minute increments. Last Thursday, when the day ended I just sat there staring into space while my brain just throbbed from the number of simultaneous things it had been doing all week.
Friday I resolved not to take my work so seriously. But work was having none of it.
I spent the morning on conference calls again and just about 12:25 when my head was beginning to throb again I jumped up from my desk, ran down to the living room where my husband had a mouth full of lunch and yelled, "I have FIVE minutes, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!"
I wish I could tell you that it was the most erotic sex we'd had in a while but after he choked from the surprise and recovered it was time for my next call.
What kind of guy are you married to, that he couldn't get his pants off in three seconds?
Posted by: joeinvegas | March 19, 2013 at 11:38 AM
Darn it! Better luck next time :-)
Posted by: Rachel @ Reality Chick | March 20, 2013 at 04:43 PM
You got to get in where you can :)
Posted by: redhotwritinghood | March 21, 2013 at 02:30 AM
at least you tried. that deserves an applause!
Posted by: Annie | March 22, 2013 at 04:21 PM