I arrived at work this morning to find that I have apparently forgotten to pack my breakfast bar, my fruit juice, and my decaffeinated Coke because when I opened my briefcase all I had was a package of strawberry flavored sugar wafers. I knew I could last until lunch, even a late lunch, with just the hot cocoa I had in the office. At sometime around 12:30 p.m. my lunch date called to cancel lunch. Now I was really looking forward to my date with my girlfriend (okay, she is my wife) and maybe some FOOD (we don’t have enough time for SEX on our lunch hour unless we do it in the car… hmm, maybe that is a thought). So around 2 p.m. I caved in and started munching on the sugar wafers (guaranteed 100% sugar)… not exactly the healthy diet.

So I’m not running on 5 billion calories and a sugar high (look at the pretty colors mommy).

Doesn’t she have pretty blue eyes. And that smile. If I were a few years younger and a lot more handsome and single, I’d ask her to marry me.. or at least let me wash and massage her feet. I’m and excellent foot washer and massager, just as my wife or any of my past girlfriends. Hell, even Lyndi has had a few of my stress-relieving foot rubs.

Okay, I have this thing about women’s feet… and their eyes… and their smiles…. so sue me and call me a pervert.

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