Now does this happen to fit your table of doom? Glad you saw fit to post it in your own journal, since no one goes to mine to actually read! LOL

Yes, *raises hand, outs self*. And I want to make it clear, it was not my husband. It was the sex toy consultant's boyfriend. Enlisted boyfriend. Poor guy who did not get a room to himself. And had to remember her in silence. And in company. Who rudely awakened one of his teammates bouncing a pearl off the top of his head, as it were.

*dies laughing yet again at the visual*
*loves CK's story*