Being smoking hot, and married.

Well well somebody is going to get lucky!


So me and my tolerant hubs stop in the local joint and grab a bowl of tepid egg drop.. blah whatever.
They give me a fortune cookie and half assedly I barely even care about opening it.  I'm that defeated.


The past few years I have noticed that fortune cookies don't really give you a fortune anymore, they just give you some  blah blah quote shit.  That's not a fortune that's a freaking phrase, quote or saying.

Also I don't want you giving those damn "lucky numbers"  because they don't have a lottery in this state so just quit reminding me I wont get a fortune and I can't even take a stab at it with a lotto ticket.


The air was sucked out of my lungs and my eyes about popped out of my head  when I saw this !

I know everyone has been hurting with the economy, but seriously I thought my ramen noodle suffrage was over when I got that Masters degree...   No one ever warned me that a major in Beer Pong wasn't all that employable.   So this is it, this is that moment,  WE ARE SO LUCKY !!!

I show it to my husband...

His eyes get huge, really huge, and he spits out his wanton and looks at me and says,

"OH SHIT I'M GOING TO DIE!"

Seeing the fear in his eyes and the terror in his voice,  I had to quickly redirect him, like any good wife would.  I had to save MY MAN !

I threw my non existent pride under the bus to break the tension ( like always ).

I looked him in the eye, waived the fortune cookie in front of his face, and then watched his eyes follow the fortune cookie down my cleavage and under the table in probably the sexiest move I have pulled off since the old tying the cherry stem in a knot with my tongue trick back in the day. which I am sure looks so much cooler in my memory since I was drunk

Then, channeling my best, "when Harry met Sally" spirit, I went for the Oscar.

I grabbed the table with both hands looked him in the eyes and quietly started breathing a little harder, and moaning, but just for a second.. because we've been married so long foreplay isn't something we dedicate a lot of time to,  I started alternating the "oh yeah's" and "mmm baby"  with each round getting louder.

At first he looked like he was trying to figure out if he should call 911.   Which if you know me, is pretty much the "go to" first step.  You just never know if I am an going to start flopping on the floor like a a salmon   flung out of stream by a bear.  

I had to dig deep and bring more sexy..   so I brought a little throaty purr and with a sexy flick of the hair looked him in they eyes to make double sure he knew the jig and would get it.

He took his eyes off of me, and was looking behind me like Dr Who was on or something and so I turned my purr into a growl.  

It was at that moment the sweet non english speaking lady that works there came from behind me with a glass of water,  put her hand on my shoulder,  motioned with her hands, the universal sign for choking, followed with the universal sign of drink water.

Which I followed with the universal sign of,  "oh yeah I'm totally freaking choking thanks so much for this water. cough cough.

Which my husband followed with the universal sign of,  ROARING LAUGHTER that made the windows shake.

My job was done...   He had totally forgotten that seconds before he was in fear for his life, 

We got in the car- 

him:  giggle giggle

me:  giggle giggle

him:  shakes his head giggle giggle

me: did you get it ?

him: giggle giggle,   get what?

me:  the fortune duh!

him:  what are you talking about?

me:  the fortune?  me COMING into a fortune...  duh....

him: the spelling is different that's not what it meant.

me: wow. so seriously, you didn't get it?

him:  you must be so embarrassed...

Oh yeah people clearly I am still smoking hot. 

 Don't hate me because I'm this sexy.

 Cause I am fixing to be rich bitches!

xo PEACH OUT