Anthological

From time to time, I run out of things to talk about.

Then, my lovely wife fills this void with surprisingly juicy material!

Instance 1: My wife has kissed another man

Instance 2: My wife wants my pal Noah to come over topless.

Both statements obviously require further explanation, but I can’t deny that it was fun to type that last bit while physically restraining her from hitting backspace repeatedly.

Instance 1 Explanation
Recently Pattie got a phonecall from New Dominion Pictures, a local film/television company that puts out shows like New Detectives and Interpol. They called her last year for a part in another show, and just last week they called her for a walk on roll in Interpol. The story was that a rogue cop was using his several girlfriends and wife to cash cashier’s checks in various banks, and she was to play one of these girlfriends. It only took a couple hours of her time, and she got to be an “ahcctresssss”…

That’s all well and good. The bit that authorizes me to give her a bit of mischief is that the leading man gave her a peck on the lips after she handed him the cash from the bank. Enter all sorts of comments about our vows, how I’m shocked she would leave me for a Hispanic man, etc etc. I got all sorts of abuse for giving her a hard time. It’s been fun But I figure I have the right, since they had to do eight takes… (insert macho bullheaded protectiveness and mock jealosy here)

Instance 1 Explanation
Noah has always been that friend you have that all your female friends ask you about, ie is he single (No), is he available (No, he’s taken) does he have kids (Yes), etc. He’s a bicoastal beach bum that turned out to be a totally excellent web developer, designer, and handyman. It’s no secret the chicks dig him, but it’s always funny to catch somebody redhanded.

I mentioned tonight that Noah was also (as are we) working on getting into shape, had started running again, etc. Without thinking, Pattie turns to me and wonders why, since Noah certainly doesn’t need to lose any weight, and is plenty fit already. I said he had mentioned a goal of getting his six pack back again, and she further incriminated herself by asserting that he could come over and she would verify that he didn’t need to worry about such things by removing his shirt.

“…excuse me?” begins an amused hubby… “I think I have a blog entry now…”

No hard feelings of course. I think Noah’s hot too.