My Navel

Following the complete lack of fluff on Monday, I was looking forward to harvesting the buildup I had going on when it came time to disrobe on Tuesday night.  Unfortunately my wife had other ideas.

I was laying on my son’s bedroom floor after putting him to bed; I was dozing myself and my wife decided to revive me by tickling my exposed belly button with her long-nailed fingers. After a few sleepy swats at her intruding digit, I fully realised the threat she was posing to my navel lint. I leapt into action but alas, it was too late; her interfering pinky had dislodged my fluff and sent it tumbling to the dark bedroom floor. Try as I might, I could not find it; I was not best pleased.

The following day, Thursday, saw me on the road again (or rather train); another shirt, another lint-free day. I hate work sometimes.

Next week is shaping up to be a complete monster with me on the road to see clients for four days on the trot. Shirts aplenty but little fluff to show for it I would imagine.

I hope tomorrow brings better success.

This entry was posted on Friday, January 11th, 2008 at 11:26 pm and is filed under Uncategorized.