Mixing Business with Pleasure

Oh, I shouldn't post this...but I'm gonna. Mom, cover your eyes!

Today as I was cooking dinner, I called Skip just to let him know I was thinking of him (in the manner of which he likes to be thought of by me).

I was chopping chicken and broccoli with my Pampered Chef Food Chopper. If you have one of these fantastic tools, then you know how much fun they are. CHOP, CHOP, CHOP. Anyway, below is our phone call...

Ring, Ring.
Skip in official-business-what-do-you-need voice: "Hello."
Me in my bedroom voice (read this in yours, I know you have one): "Hi..."
Him: "What are you doing?"
Me: " Just thinking of you..."

CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP

Him: "Really. What are you thinking?"
Me: "Oh, you know..."

CHOP, CHOP, CHOP

Him: "Are you thinking about seducing me or killing me?"
Me: "Huh?"

CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP

Moral of this story...don't mix food chopping with sexy phone calls. Not a turn on.

Time For Dinner?

OK, Skip just called and asked if there was any way I could make him dinner tonight (with heavy emphasis on "tonight").

What!?

I offered him dinner last night. He just didn't approve of the Honey Nut Cheerios selection.

What does he think I am? Red Lobster?