It is only fitting that over a four-day weekend when I have a combination of the creeping crud and back problems that Wonderhubby and I should watch the home shopping network.
It was an entire show dedicated to ... um ... playthings. Some of them were kinda cute and playful. Some were reasonably artistic. Some of them looked like Long Dong Silver meets the silicone valley. (Ok, you have to admit that was reasonably clever ...)
Others were just outright scary-looking. John Holmes would have been jealous.
We were snuggled together in the dark, watching, pointing, giggling, wondering.
And then it happened.
It was a blue silicone thingy, with a silver bullet inside. What the saleswomen were saying about it, I don't know or care.
But Wonderhubby was suddenly alert.
"Look!" he yelled. "No, really! Look!"
I looked ... and didn't see anything but a blue silicone thingy with a silver bullet inside.
"No," he insisted. "I swear, you can see the face of Jesus in it!"
It has been more than three days, and I have not stopped laughing.
It's not nice to do that to someone with a hacking cough and a bad back.