How to Kill "The Mood"

On Tuesday night, our first night at the hotel I thought maybe I'd surprise Sweety. So I put on one of my favorite outfits, told him and the sprogs goodnight and went upstairs to watch t.v. and wait for him. I was hiding under the covers so he couldn't see that I was all dressed up. I'm watching Who's Line is it Anyway?, just amusing myself cause this is something I don't usually watch at home when Sweety comes up and changes the channel.

Changes it to the Brad Pitt interview that Diane Sawyer did where the were in Africa showing all the starving underprivileged kids. I know that this sort of stuff is going on but I didn't feel like watching it. I tried to get him to change the channel to no avail. He kept thinking they were gonna show Angelina Jolie at some point and he wanted to stare at her. Dorkwad.

Anyhoo, after about an hour of this show I start taking off my "costume" and toss it back in the suitcase. Sweety is shocked. Wants to know what I've got on and what I'm planning. I told him I started off with good intentions but after being forced to watch the program on t.v. I felt guilty for not being hungry and certainly was too distraught for any bedroom olympics. It didn't feel right to look at kids with flies skating on their eyeballs when I was wearing a corset top and silky shorts.

We did get lots of good sleep on our mini-vacation.