Yet another day o' corporate training. Would you like to see a process model of my trip for far? Sure you would!
Cha Cha -> Training -> Mind Explosion -> Cha Cha's Brain Oozing Out Her Ears
One day left. I'm ready to go home and see my sweet husband. We've been able to chat every night, and that helps my sanity. Traveling is OK, but it's just not the same as being home.
Case in point? I forgot my mouthguard. So, I've slept all week with a nekkid mouth. I mentioned my "lips together, teeth apart" mantra as I attempt not to clench my jaw while I sleep. It's the absentminded packer's sad-but-less-spitty mouthguard substitute.
My husband's response? "Well, I won't worry about you gettin' busy with some random dude on your business trip since you left all your sexiness at home."
Yes. When My Guy thinks of my mouthguard, he automatically thinks of sex. Or, Not Sexy.
You know that scene in "Date Night" where Tina Fey has already put her mouthguard in, and she responds to Steve Carrell's sexytime overtures by pulling her spitty mouthguard out, and he's all, "Uh, nevermind?"
This is my life. My poor husband.
I'm delirious and need to go home.
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