Confused about our upcoming joint-family trip, I called our friend to confirm the dates.
"What nights are we going to the beach again?" I asked him.
He told me, then asked,
"Why? What's going on? You guys can still go, right?"
"Yes, yes, we can still go, of course. K and I are just sitting here at our desks with our blackberries and our calendars doing a little family planning... you know, getting ready to HAVE SEX."
Encapsulated in a split second, I saw the complete performance of a one act play on K's face.
First, I saw his total shock, then his mortified embarrassment and, finally, a shrug of acceptance and resignation.
He married a shameless clown with no boundaries.
What can he do?
Meanwhile our friend, knowing the two of us and our propensity to be overly organized, control freaks roared with laughter.
"That WOULD be foreplay in YOUR house!" he laughed.
Oh... oh... oh... you. are. so. ORGANIZED, BAY-BEEEEEEEEEEE! YES!