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Mel's Procrastination Palace
Wednesday, February 02, 2005 Busted!

I had to go to my in laws after work tonight, which meant DH would get home from school before I got home. I'd ordered him to cook the pork chops in the fridge and toss some instant taters in the microwave.

I walk in to what appeared to be an empty house.
Then I saw his keys.

I came around the corner to find my hubby sneaking out of my office. Not that it's a big deal, he uses 'puter, too... so I walk up to him and say, "You look guilty. You looking up porn on my 'puter again."

He nods like an excited little boy.

Great.

He goes, "Ya wanna see?"

"Whatever." I figure he's gonna show me some half nekkid girl draped over some out-
of-my-budget hot rod.

But then he opens my email, clicks on the file of final-line-edits for HOT ROD HEAVEN. He said he made it to chapter three.

*imagine crashing thud* that's me, hitting the floor. Once I regained use of my throat, my braincell and was sure I hadn't walked into the wrong house, I said, "What?"

Now let me insert something here. The cover of Hot Rod Heaven is the background of my laptop (so it's a constant reminder to him). It's got ONE hellaciously fine Sebastian ass, but it ALSO has a 55 Chev and a 67 Corvette 427 Stingray. (If you missed it, look again) I have to remember that a) my husband loves cars and b) he DID help me sound off ideas about this book and we talked about some "car" things... he even took me to a car show knowing I needed to get a good look at the backseat of a 55 Chevy to make sure what I needed to happen, could.

Also note: he read about three chapters of Legend of the Leopard and then snorted in disgust. This man is STILL trying to finish the DaVinci Code. He bought it for his birthday in November. He doesn't read much more than Hot Rod and Super Chevy. he definitely doesn't do romance.

So imagine my surprise when he said, "Well, I didn't know what it was so I opened it up and started reading. I got interested and kept going."
Do you all think this is suitable excuse for not having started dinner?

"How far'd ya get?" I wasn't so easily swayed.

He names something that shows he really did read the book. Even tells me that I had something wrong on the car in the book, a phrase, and went to it so I could fix it. He did say I needed less mush and more cars.

Evidence, finally, that my husband hadn't been abducted by romance loving aliens. Phew!

He did, however, hint that if I printed it off, he'd read it.
I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

~Mel

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