Last night was a typical night at our house. We were winding down after a long day. I had changed into my sexiest flannel night-gown and curled up on the couch in my rattiest terry robe. Mr B had peeled his smelly socks off and dropped them conveniently by his chair to make it easy for me to find. How thoughtful is that? We decided to watch some mindless television to numb our mind before bed.
There is a commercial on TV for a jalapeno burger. It features a sexy blonde woman eating a jalapeno burger that makes her quite warm and squirmy. This commercial came on last night while we were watching. Mr. Bernie shared his two cents by saying, “All women should eat hamburgers like that.” He says these things as just a matter of fact. All I could do was stare at him with toast crumbs around my mouth and loudly chewing my toast. I replied, “Really?” He looked at me. I didn’t move. He said, “I guess that you won’t be doing that for me?” Gosh it was so tempting. I had a fleeting urge to toss on of my thighs over the back of the coach and eat my toast like that. I feared that I might throw my hip out so I let that thought go. Besides, I already looked too sexy and alluring for my own good. Oooozzzzeeeeing sex appeal.
The commercial came on again. Mr. B piped up again. “I like that song. They should make this commercial longer so I can figure out what it is. I really like that song” “It’s ‘Fever’ you dumb ass! You aren’t even paying attention to the music. You are looking at the hot blonde.”, I replied. Mr Bernie looked baffled. “There’s a girl? I just like the music. They should make the commercial longer so I can figure out what song it is.” I just rolled my eyes and took another bite of my gourmet sandwich.