multitasking
so the other day the beautiful and talented alisa was standing on the step stool searching through the many glass and plastic containers stored in the cabinet above the refrigerator. i happened by. i don't know if you ever noticed or really thought about it. but a woman's flesh is an intriguing sensual contradiction of simultaneously being silky soft and yet it's completely firm. this is especially true of the part of the woman the woman usually sits upon. except this woman's most womanly of woman parts was currently directly between my eyeballs and my hands. at least until the three came together. and all was good. really good. but then there was a rattle and a clatter and a jar leaped out of the cabinet. brain told hands, catch that. hands told brain, busy get lost. no no no catch that now. must i? yes. NOW! if you don't catch it you'll have to clean up a mess of broken glass. sigh. okay. but only under protest. duly noted. left hand caught the falling glass. and handed it back to the beautiful and talented alisa. right hand kept doing what it was doing. she wondered why she didn't hear a crash. who says i'm not a multi-tasker.