Saturday, March 25, 2006
As Marvin Gaye would say, "Let's Get It On..."
My poor baby has been working overtime all this week. Each evening she would come home a little more droopy than the previous day. Repeated 12-hour shifts will suck the life outta you, no matter how much you like your job. It’s so weird for me to be the last one to leave the house for work, and the first one to get back. 12 hours, ugh, I don’t know how she does it.
So yesterday on her way home she called me and said she was soooooo tired. I just wanted to hop in the car and go fetch her myself so she wouldn’t have to drive. But then her car would be stuck there and oh what a mess. There are better ways to pamper. Oh yes.
I immediately jumped into the shower to get my scroungy ass clean for the evening ahead. (I was likely going to shower anyway, but I was also considering just being lazy and being scroungy all weekend. What are weekends for if you can’t be gross?) After I got out I lit every single candle I could find and turned out the lights. The doggies were following me everywhere wondering, “What’s going on? What all this running around? She usually sits like a lump in front of the computer.”
Finally she gets home and the first thing she says is, “Ooh it’s so romantic in here!” DING-DING-DING! Bullseye for me. I haven’t come out yet because I want to surprise her in the bedroom. She usually goes straight in there to change before going to seek me out. Well this time, she goes to the kitchen instead. What’s she doing in there?? I grumble a bit but stick to my plan. I will ambush her when she gets to the room. 10 minutes later she’s still puttering around the kitchen. I thought she said she was tired??
Okay, finally she goes to the room and is surprised to see me there. “I thought you’d be in front of the computer!” she said. Apparently the doggies weren’t the only ones. I have quite a nerdy reputation around the house. I replied with, “Not tonight, tonight is all about you...” Actually I didn’t say that. That would’ve been the romantic answer. Hey I did good this far, didn’t I? I actually said, “What were you doing in the kitchen for so long??”
Lucky for me the candles continued to work their magic and she didn’t get put off my my bitchy question. Instead she answered with, “I’m sorry honey, but I’m here now...” Yes, yes she was! I helped her get her shoes off and proceeded with a foot massage, then an arm massage, then… well, she had to change out of her work clothes so of course I had to help…
This is where your naughty imaginations get to exercise. You’ll get no more details outta me! Let’s just say it was a very… pleasant evening.
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