FrancSevin
Proudly Deplorable
So the wife and I went to a very upscale resort in Colorado Springs for the Valentines day weekend. Place was so swanky one had to wear a "jacket" to dinner. And even though it was at the head of a scenic park hiking trail, no denim was allowed in the uber classy dining room.
Just in the Lounge.
But the wife wanted the Dining Room.
Dinner was fabulous. The wife was impressed and we had a very special Valentine's evening.
Now, I told you that story so I could tell you this one.
The next morning we were going hiking right after breakfast. We only had about 3 hours to enjoy the park. I suited up in denim jeans and a western top with my hiking shoes laced tightly for the day's activities. She dressed a little better than that, nice slacks, matching vest & top, and slip on shoes.
When we got to the lounge for a quick bite, the wife asked if we could use the fabulous Dining room. "Well," said the Maiter Dee...."You can, but he can't. He, must change." So...I offered to run back to the room and do so.
I sped into the room and stripped. Doing so and leaving, as I went, a trail of clothes from the door to the bed where the suitcase held nicer duds.. About ten minutes later I rejoined the wife and we had a loverly breakfast. However, when we got back to the room, she took one accusing look at the obvious line of clothes, leading right to the bed...... and....... complained, "what the helll happened here?"
So I told her the story. "honey, I slipped, I'm sorry.
"What do you mean slipped? You always do this at home, leaving yor clothes in a train for me to clean up,,,but why here?" " I mean," She continued accusingly, "the maid could have come in and seen this mess!"
Inspired by her comment, my imagination raced for a moment. I thought quickly of a story that would make her laugh it off...."the maid was there. You see, when I walked in I and started stripping, as my shirt came off, she took one look and took off hers, then the pants, then the underware, and before we knew it, without a word, we were in bed. "
"When it was over I went to the dressing room to put on the new clothes and,,,, heard her leave. That's when I noticed my wallet was missing."
Honey, I was robbed!"
"Uh huh." the wife mummured.
"Ya see, It's not my fault....She seduced ME, and took advantage of me."
"Do you really expect me to believe that. Just admit you are a lazy slob and let's go hiking."
Well, At least I'm off the hook. Sorta'. It's a BS story and....She doesn't believe it happened. That's probably a good thing BUT.....
But now I have a real problem. I still have to drive the 800 miles back home without my wallet?
Just in the Lounge.
But the wife wanted the Dining Room.
Dinner was fabulous. The wife was impressed and we had a very special Valentine's evening.
Now, I told you that story so I could tell you this one.
The next morning we were going hiking right after breakfast. We only had about 3 hours to enjoy the park. I suited up in denim jeans and a western top with my hiking shoes laced tightly for the day's activities. She dressed a little better than that, nice slacks, matching vest & top, and slip on shoes.
When we got to the lounge for a quick bite, the wife asked if we could use the fabulous Dining room. "Well," said the Maiter Dee...."You can, but he can't. He, must change." So...I offered to run back to the room and do so.
I sped into the room and stripped. Doing so and leaving, as I went, a trail of clothes from the door to the bed where the suitcase held nicer duds.. About ten minutes later I rejoined the wife and we had a loverly breakfast. However, when we got back to the room, she took one accusing look at the obvious line of clothes, leading right to the bed...... and....... complained, "what the helll happened here?"
So I told her the story. "honey, I slipped, I'm sorry.
"What do you mean slipped? You always do this at home, leaving yor clothes in a train for me to clean up,,,but why here?" " I mean," She continued accusingly, "the maid could have come in and seen this mess!"
Inspired by her comment, my imagination raced for a moment. I thought quickly of a story that would make her laugh it off...."the maid was there. You see, when I walked in I and started stripping, as my shirt came off, she took one look and took off hers, then the pants, then the underware, and before we knew it, without a word, we were in bed. "
"When it was over I went to the dressing room to put on the new clothes and,,,, heard her leave. That's when I noticed my wallet was missing."
Honey, I was robbed!"
"Uh huh." the wife mummured.
"Ya see, It's not my fault....She seduced ME, and took advantage of me."
"Do you really expect me to believe that. Just admit you are a lazy slob and let's go hiking."
Well, At least I'm off the hook. Sorta'. It's a BS story and....She doesn't believe it happened. That's probably a good thing BUT.....
But now I have a real problem. I still have to drive the 800 miles back home without my wallet?
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