Wait, he do say. And what do I say? Oh. My. God! Actually there was and “effing” in between the my and the big man upstair’s name, but I’m trying to keep this PG. Although, now that I think about the subject, obtaining PG status might be an overreach. We’ll see.

So here’s the setup. Honey’s…wait for it…watching a documentary on the civil war AGAIN last night and yeah, there’s me standing behind him wasting time while I try to work through an outline to one of my next books. So, when the boring-as-hell show breaks for commercial I start the conversation.

“Hey, I might need to do some research for one of my stories.”

“And?” He doesn’t look up at me. Instead he flicks the channel to another show he’s kind of watching as well.

“I was thinking I may want you to install a stripper pole in our bedroom. Do you think you could?”

“Sure.”

Wow, not a blink or hesitation. Just “sure.” Then…

“Tell me where to pick it up and I’ll get it done. I’ve got time tomorrow.”

*Insert the wood-burning-bonfire epiphany here as I silently ruminate*

You don’t day? Just like that, eh? Alrighty. I wrote out an address and handed it to him. “Mention my name and they’ll give it to you.”

That’s all I said before I walked off thinking about two very interesting facts of a man’s life. First? It was clear to me a stripper pole in the bedroom trumps the upholstered valance boxes a wife has waited two weeks for her husband to pick up and install in their room. And second? A man’s life – well, maybe I should say, my man’s life, is full of surprises. Because won’t he be surprised when they hand him the valance boxes without the pole. Heheheh. It’s new draperies in my boudoir this week guys and Honey’s going to be lunch bag left out with no pole. At least for now. I still might need it if I write that book. We’ll see. I’ll keep you posted.

Riley, who is still shaking her head over this one.