It's Business Time...

If you want to know what the above refers to, you're going to have go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU, but there's a very good possibility you've already seen it. It's hysterical.

Anyway, how does this relate to the topic at hand? And for that matter, what IS the topic at hand?

Let's call her "Bessie".

Allow me to explain: my husband works on a client that we like to refer to as "Bendover", and as glamorous as it SOUNDS to work at an accounting firm, basically it means you travel from one client to another and work all day, every day, in various conference rooms at tables full of your compadres all fighting for a place to plug in your laptop while sitting in the world's most uncomfortable conference room chairs.

So he's at Bendover, and it just so happens that his team is all women. (Badder and Naughtier by the minute.) So there he is at the Bendover conference table, the only man amongst women, with a seat facing the conference room door, which, by the way, is always open. There is a girl who works at and for Bendover named we're now calling Bessie who passes by the conference room door multiple times a day on her way to the drinking fountain, bathroom, you name it. And each and every time she looks into the conference room to check out my husband.

There was one occasion where she actually walked in briefly to ask for one of their bagels, and my sweet hubby not only offered it to her...he offered her some cream cheese as well. (I know.)And the knife to spread it. I have this mental image of her leaning over the table in a low-cut blouse spreading cream cheese on a bagel while giggling in a tinkly sort of way and tossing her long (blonde?) hair over her shoulder.

Anyway, here's the thing: I want very much for the hub to do one (or all) of the following: take her picture with his camera phone and email it to me (so I can confirm the blonde bit), invite her personally into the conference room for whatever they're munching in there that day, chat with her at the drinking fountain for a few minutes, or take her to lunch.

Sick?

It's not that I'm encouraging Business Time here...it's just...you know how you feel when some guy takes note of you? When some random, average-but-attractive guy checks you out or stops to chat or is obviously flirting? Aaaaaaaaahhh. (Noticed the other day that all the men pausing to give me a second look these days are over 40. When the hell did that happen?)

First and foremost, we all need that. I don't think my husband really GETS how hot he truly is. It's good for him to be sought after by someone other than me. (Not to GET WITH, but to be SOUGHT AFTER.) I want to see what she looks like, hence the camera phone photo, (that's just my personal curiousity,) but taking her to lunch? Well, if she didn't know (or care) that he's a married man, turning her down after really, truly, actively flirting would also be an ego boost.

I know, I know, I'm soooooooo asking for trouble...it's just, why do I think that whole thing is so funny?

Seriously, I'd LOVE for him to take her to lunch and just leave his cell phone on the table (secretly connected to me) during the whole thing.

Ok, I AM sick, but hey...maybe it would give our sex life a boost. I don't know. He's not the type to ever cheat or even look without permission...so I'm SOOOOO not worried. Which is probably why I think it would be so fun. Risque. Daring. (Stupid, and it'll never happen, particularly if you know my devoted and sometimes-uptight-and-intense husband, but seriously, I don't think I'd mind so long as I got to have all the details!)

And the best part I forgot to mention...the hubby was at Bendover yesterday and encountered Bessie, who realized, "Oh, there's Mr. Accountant Man...he's likely going to be here most of the week." Today she showed up to work...in a dress.

Bessie's hoping for business time.

My hubby offered her a cupcake. And she took it. And ate it. The Slut. (If I can ever convince my husband to take a camera phone photo on the sly, I think I'd even consider posting it, 'cuz I know you're every bit as curious now as I am.)

Anyway, feel free to tell me that I'm sick and wrong, but I was just thinking. Bessie. Not Business Time per se, but at least a bit of entertainment for a Bad, Naughty Mommy! (Business Time comes later with me...and when you've got a Bad, Naughty Mommy to come home to, Business Time is really something to look forward to...)