"I need to call our insurance agent. I want to find out about umbrella liability policies," he said.
He didn't notice that I was already in bed or that I had turned on the music.
[You know... THE MUSIC.]
"I also need to call our energy provider and lock in our rate at ninety four cents a therm."
He got ready for bed and climbed in.
"Ninety four cents a therm!" he exclaimed. "That's such a good rate!"
[Oh, the excitement.]
"I might have to give them a hard time about our Dedicated Design Day Capacity charge though."
[Our what charge?]
He kept on talking.
"What kind of insurance was it you said you were interested in?" I asked, giving his tush a little goose.
"Umbrella liability," he moaned, feigning the heights of passion.
"Baby, the things you say really get me going!" I laughed.
[And then the badda bing, badda boom was followed by a chorus of happy snores]
When he came home from work the next day, he said,
"I blew it! I gambled and didn't lock our rate. Energy went up to $1.04 per therm!"
I eyed him suspiciously and said,
"Are you trying to seduce me?"