Best Lunch Hour Ever
Well, as great as a lunch hour can get without any canoodling.Last week there was one beautiful day. It dropped below ninety degrees (which is what I call the sweat-down-your-ass-crack breaking point) and it was so beautiful that I took a long lunch, went home, put on my bikini, and spent an hour outside at the pool.
I drank lemonade (yes I considered spiking it, but I figured between sun and booze I would probably fall asleep and show up back at the office at 3:30 in the afternoon, not good), I put on sunscreen, and I alternated between napping and reading an old issue of Cosmopolitan.
It was heavenly. And it was damn near impossible to take my sunny self back up to my apartment to change back into my work clothes and shoes. I was actually in a very foul mood for the rest of the afternoon because I was at work and not outside at the pool.
Hmm, so maybe it wasn’t the best way to go on my lunch break. Not that I won’t do it again, like, tomorrow.
