Day 13: Man Boobs Whoops! Nope, I'll be talking about Man Boobs on my other blog, not this one. ;)
Let's try again...
Day 13: Myself.
Rate on the scary scale from 1-10: Um, can't decide because it depends on the time of the month.
WARNING: If you can't handle sex talk, you may want to stop reading right now.
Gosh, how do I explain my fear of myself? Well, if you don't already know, I'm a bit of a personality. The hubs swears it is my life goal to embarrass him every time we are in public.
The hubs and I hardly ever get to go out, so when we do, this is me:
YAY! WAHOO! SWEET! NO KIDS! NO RESPONSIBILITIES! FOOD I DON'T HAVE TO COOK!
This is just an hour or two away from home. And yes, I act like a 16 year old out on a date with her boyfriend.
A few weeks ago, hubs and I got to spend a night away from home. A. Whole. Night. Away.
Okay, remember, I have no filter when I get excited about something. We booked a night at the Anniversary Inn. Let me take you through the dialog when we checked in.
We walk in...
Me: Oh my gosh! They have cookies!
Hubs: I'm not sure those are for us. (stifles laughter)
Receptionist: Yes they are, go right ahead.
Me: They're chocolate chip! Your favorite! (shoves cookie in hub's face)
Hubs: No thanks.
Receptionist: Can I get the name you're reservation is under?
Hubs: (Gives last name)
Me: We're in the room with the motorcycle!
Receptionist: Oh, I have it as a surprise. Is it not?
Hubs: She booked the hotel under my name and said it was a surprise so she could act excited. (rolls his eyes at me.)
Me: Whoops, I forgot about that.
Receptionist: Okay, so your room comes with dinner. What time would you like it?
Me: As soon as possible.
Hubs: You hungry?
Me: No, but I don't want them walking in on us naked, and I want to get naked like... as soon as we can.
I'm pretty sure hub's face turned as red as the shirt he was wearing while the receptionist just laughed. As for me, I said, "What? This is the Anniversary Inn. It's like THE advertisement for sex."
Hubs: Cassie! Stop!
Receptionist: (sets key in hub's hand) We'll have your dinner brought to your room in about twenty minutes. (Looks at me with a huge smile) Think you can wait that long?
Me: I'm pretty sure we can crank one out in twenty minutes. You got robes in there, right?
Hubs: (drags me from the lobby as I reach for another cookie. He calls over his shoulder at the receptionist.) Uh, ya, twenty minutes is fine. Thank you.
We get outside.
Me: Oh gosh, I'm SO EXCITED!
Hubs: Really? I couldn't tell.
After the excitement wore off, which wasn't till I was back at home and vaca. was over, I realize just how embarrassing I am to be with, lol.
Anyways, my point? I'm not sure if I were to meet myself whether I would laugh or run away.