Just So You See What I'm Dealin' With Here
The LMM comes out of our bedroom at the beach condo, wearing the gauzy little things that women wear in summer. She sidles up to me, and I catch a hint of sultry perfume.
She puts her arms around me, and says, "I was thinkin'."
Me: "Really? Thinking what?
LMM: "We might get really crazy tonight."
Me: (speechless, amazed, etc.)
LMM: "Yeah, I was thinking we could lock the doors, have a few beers...."
Me: (!!!!!YEAH? YEAH?!!!! still can't speak)
LMM: "And then we could have some more beers, and then get totally kinky, and NOT RECYCLE THE BEER BOTTLES!"
Sigh. She was just messing with me. I am, in spite of my complaints about the system, pretty serious about recycling.