Spa time

Last night Jeff and I decided to go relax in the spa in our complex. We love it right now because it is still a little chilly at night and we feel like it is our private spa because we have never seen anyone out there besides us. Apparently Jeff was feeling a little casual and comfortable after he couldn't find clean board shorts and so he put on a pair of his green boxer briefs he wears under shorts to workout in. We wrapped ourselves in towels and ran the few steps over and brought along my egg timer because I had bread in the oven. After about 5 minutes of relaxing we were suddenly interrupted! We look over at the gate and two guys are entering! If we would have thought fast enough for Jeff to hop out really quick and put his towel on, we might have been ok. But we weren't fast. In fact, we were panicking. The guys get in, we say hello, and then that awkward silence occurred, you know where the party that just got in is kind of expecting your spa time to be over.... so, Jeff and I are mulling over how to get out unsuspectingly. We thought, he could just slide up and sit on the edge and I could throw his towel on top of him. No, that might be obvious. Maybe he could get out and I could follow really quickly as to distract them with my white voluptuous ba-donka-donk. No, they were sitting right by the exit stairs and were sure to have a straight shot. Then my timer goes off so we have to just go for it. And with no shame he did, Jeff hops right out, puts his towel on and headed for home! Later that night we decided that if we would have greeted them with European accents, he might have gotten away with his tiny tight speedo looking boxer briefs! You can click here if you just have to have a visual, they are available at Target and are quite comfortable, according to Jeff.