So I was working late in my office (the home office, that is) doing cursed tax stuff that must be done by the end of the month. I love taxes. [Yes, I'm lying.] They are so much fun. [Still lying.] And the Hubs was out working at the warehouse (a.k.a. his place of business). It got to be after 10pm and I decided I was ready for a shower. So, off I went to lather up and wash off the stink of the day, as they say.
I was in the shower for a few minutes and you know, it's noisy in there. Hard to hear things with the water running and me singing MJ's Shake Your Body Down to the Ground and everything. But I managed to hear the Hubs coming in the house anyway. And while I'm washing away, I hear a few random hubby noises, and then I heard him poke his head in our bedroom and say this:
"Are you in there?"
I really had to take a little pause when he asked me this. It was a total WTF moment for me, right there in the middle of my lather, rinse, and no repeat routine (and if you want to know why I don't "repeat," you need to read Lather, Rinse, Repeat). I mean...I was in the shower, the water was running, all the bathroom lights were on, and all the bedroom lights were on.
Where. Else. Would. I. Be?
I was going to shoot back with, "Uh, no, no I'm not. I'm actually in Hawaii with a hot vampire named Edward and he's washing my hair under a waterfall as we speak."
But instead I said nothing. I figured I'd just let him founder in the uncertainty and ponder my whereabouts for a little while longer, while I indulged in my hair-washing-under-a-waterfall-with-Edward-fantasy.
A girl can have fantasies, am I right, ladies? Nothing wrong with a little H2O and Edward Cullen to go, thank you very much. And the Hubs doesn't need to know that "hair washing" is just my Tinalicious code for kissing. Which, I really don't wanna do anyway, of course. This is all just creative license...stuff I use to beef up the blog.
[OK, yes, I'm still lying.]
