What’s sexy?
My husband, but not for the obvious reasons.
Yesterday, I was in a rush to park the car, unpack the groceries and watch March Madness.
I attached The Club to my steering wheel, rolled up my window, pushed down the door button, held the door handle and slammed the door.
And then I had a moment of clarity.
A bead of sweat appeared below my hairline and did a slow roll down my back.
I peeked into the darkened car and saw the keys to the car and house swinging in the ignition.
The NY Giants keychain charm had, once again, not brought me luck.
I informed my husband of my highly inconvenient act of utter stupidity.
He leapt into action.
He combed through our garage paraphernalia and unearthed a piece of wire.
He bent, twisted and looped.
I played the part of Beacon of Light and held the iPhone with the flashlight on as if giving a standing ovation at a Springsteen concert.
I held my breath as he went lock release fishing.
Thankfully, the car is old school and it is much easier to infiltrate than a 21st century automated model.
Within moments, we were in.
Now that is sexy.
well done!!!!!!!!