how to get a girl really worked up

Friday night, Mr. Risky Business and I did the art galleries on South Main. Saturday we enjoyed the warm weather with lunch on the patio, beers and lounging in the sunshine in RB's back yard. That night we drank champagne for no reason other than life being so good you don't need a reason to drink champagne.

All very fun and romantic, yes, but it simply pales in comparison to what I am about to tell you. It's one of the most amazing, most incredible, most absolutely arousing things that RB has done for me thus far in the course of our relationship and I have to tell you that even now, just writing about it, I have gotten myself ALL hot and bothered and may need to drink a glass of iced tea and fan my face for about half an hour just to calm down.

Sunday, RB and I went on a mission. We needed to replace one of my tires, which through no fault of my own is what mechanics call, in technical terms: Bad Wrong. My Bad Wrong Tire has needed replacing for a little while now, and being the card-carrying Sam's member that RB is we decided to go Clubbin' and get me a new one.

Naturally, though, Murphy's law being 100 percent alive, well and kicking, the bastards did NOT have my tire. It's special, apparently, because of its size. Not only am I just about legally a midget, even the very tires on my car are fun-sized. WHAT THE WHAT.

We drowned our sorrows in Sam's Club samples (obviously), RB picked up a "luxurious" bath mat (which I can report to you is indeed luxurious, having had my own bare toes on it) and we headed out, giving up on the tire quest temporarily. Of course, when I give up on something "temporarily" I tend to have a difficult time imagining in my mind the moment when Free Time and Level of Concern are going to intersect again at just the right spot on the graph for me to really continue questing. Until, of course, something explodes or I'm ass up in a ditch.

So you can imagine my surprise when this morning -- sitting at work, minding my own business -- out of the blue, completely unprovoked and unprompted, RB tells me that not only has he found a tire place that HAS my fun-sized tire, he's finagled me a lower price AND he'll be happy to join me at lunch time tomorrow to drop the car off and take me back to pick it up.

SWOON.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to need a cold shower.


cheers,
elizabeth