As we're sitting at the table last night, eating dinner, I feel a tickle around the back of my neck. I reach up to scratch my neck and knock a small black bug onto my shoulder. Startled, I slap at the bug and manage to knock it down once again. Right...down...my...bra.
Screeching, I stand up and start digging around inside my bra, searching for the bug. When I finally find it, I fling it to the floor.
Blair, meanwhile, has been sitting calmly across the table from me, chewing his food. Once I sit back down he smirks then says, "Lord, woman. If you want some attention you don't need to just whip it out like that. All you have to do is ask."
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.