Soccer Mom Goes Shopping

Other possible titles for this blog include:
-I would do anything for love, and I will do that
-The Girl Next Door
-A little bit of Naughty in Nice Bethesda

As some of you may know, Matt (my hubbie) has a slipped disc. He is more or less bed-ridden unless he is on a red-eye to Redmond. Today his doctor recommended a special wedge pillow to alleviate some of the pressure in his lower back. One might think you could buy such a pillow at The Healthy Back Store, but no, the good doc had another store in mind.

Generally, you need to be 18 years or older to enter these types of stores. Or, one has the option of ordering a wedge pillow from the back of such fine periodicals such as Playboy or Penthouse.

Matt really wanted the pillow tonight, so I volunteered (was coerced) into going into Bethesda to the sex toys shop. Strangely, the shop is in the heart of Bethesda, right across from Tel Aviv Cafe and next to California Tortilla. And, even more strangely, many, many couples were out for dinner on Monday night. I had been hopeful to park in front of the store, run in & run out. Sadly, parking was only available nearly a block away.

So I entered the store and selected the pillow after an agonizing choice between scarlet, leopard print or purple. (I chose black). Then, I figured, as long as I was there, I might as well pick up a few toys for later, when Matt's back is better. (And some because his back isn't better!)

I left the store and could barely stifly my grins and giggles. Picture me, walking amongst lots of couples and respectable people carrying a GIANT wedge pillow. There was no disguising the shape of it or the store I purchased it in. I had an answer ready if I got any strange looks or questions. "Yoga Mat," would be my response as I made the incredibly long walk back to my car.

Additionally, I chose to jaywalk across the street to shorten my trek. I looked both ways very carefully, because I envisioned getting hit by a car and having the police search through my bag to look for identification. How embarrassing when they discovered a purse full of sex toys!

I made it safely home, and Matt validated the trip, because he said the pillow offered instant relief. Plus- I will make the argument that the sex toys are tax deductible for work purposes. I am writing a romance novel after all. Any CPAs out there who can answer! ;-)