So Matt calls me in the middle of the day today.
There I was, driving along with Rebecca-Linh, on my way to pick up P-Bo from school, when I hear Matt’s hushed-because-I’m-at-work voice breathe huskily through the phone:
“I got a boner.”
Needless to say, I snapped to full attention. “Uhhhh…come again?”
There was a pause, and then again, a bit slower this time:
“I. got. a. boner.”
Now, I’m not saying Matt is not a spontaneous fellow, and I’ll admit he can be downright romantic at times, but this was more than a little bit unusual. I turned the car radio down, tried to ignore the slight hum of the cell phone static, and asked once more:
“I’m sorry Matt…you WHAT?”
“A BONER. I just got my quarterly boner.”
Still took a moment of utter speechlessness until suddenly… Ah HA! BONUS! He’s at work and he got a BONUS!
So congrats, Matt, and thanks, Matt’s employer.
Whew. Sure did dodge that bullet. (And still biting my tongue over smartass “quarterly boner” jokes. Just too easy.)
well, having a quarterly boner is only a 25% effective method of birth control.
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