If you don't laugh your ass off about THIS one...

Some of you may know that Scott and I once got a sticky note left on his condo door that said something like "Just a reminder the walls in these condos are paper thin, especialy the ones between the adjoining bedrooms. Glad you had a good morning -- Happy Valentine's Day!" Hysterical. I was too amused to be mortified.

But that was in the dating years and I suspect many of us know how different that can be.

Last night, we decided to watch some SkinnyMax and play with our new toy The Sex Deck (which is super fun). So, I'm, er, enjoying the movie and Scott was off in another room getting, er, accessories for our evening. He comes back to the room and I ask him to take the dog outside so we can have some privacy.

Well, here was the mood breaker... Our ridiculously large tv is hooked up to the stereo system so we can get surround sound. Our outdoor speakers are also hooked up to the stereo so we can listen to the radio when we're out in the yard. And they were on.

So, echoing through our backyard over the fences and to the neighbors houses was the unmistakable sounds of soft core porn. The soft moaning, the crazy music, the oh-so-well-crafted dialogue...

Just in case the neighbors wanted to know when we were getting some since we can't share a wall with them...