It is early in the morning, and I am soaking in the tub. I feel so tired, because I was up late the night before, having taken the VBM to see a live taping of his favorite radio show.
VBM is brushing his teeth.
"VBM, " I croak, "I am paralysed."
I am thinking that maybe he will gently lift me out of the tub, towel me off with a giant white furry towel, and feed me some bonbons.
Instead, he says this:
"Great! Where's your wallet?"
1 comment:
Oh that is fabulous.
And he's hot?
Marry him before I do.
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