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I wrote this post earlier today, and nothing went right. The words kept bleeding into one another, the paragraphs wouldn’t stay where I put them and I made one mistake after another.

Misspellings.

Misspoken statements.

I gave up and deleted the post.

And I’m glad I did. In the space of a few hours, I changed my mind. I don’t want to talk about authors behaving badly.  That’s their problem.  Plus heaven forbid if I say something that’s misconscrewed…misconstrued.

Instead, I’m going to tell you about my invention. I was reminded of it from a comment left on my Myspace blog.  A comment about attitudes toward sex and sex toys sent me to ask my husband, “What is the first thing that comes to your mind when I say sex toys.”

Since he was clear at the other end of the house watching a game, at first he looked confused.  Then he burst out laughing.  A full, rich, resounding belly laugh.  

“Your invention,” he says between guffaws.

I start laughing so hard I make a rude noise.

We laughed long and loud before we could talk.  I asked him if he could remember what it looked like.  And we came to the consensus I’d made it from a rubber hot-water bottle.  I bemoaned the fact we hadn’t taken pictures.  This was about twenty-five years ago, but there was one thing we both remembered.

Mike mimicked the sound I made as we gave it a test run.  I swear…the exact sound.  There are some things you never forget. 

Am I behaving badly sharing my ornery story?   Color me an author behaving badly so my title fits…

Brit

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