My Five Minutes Of Fame

We’ve been entrepreneurs for 2 years in January and as anyone who’s stepped out of the ranks of employee to start their own business knows, it’s just a fancy name for “starving business owner who better believe there is a God cuz you’re gonna have to rely on him a lot!”

So when the opportunity came and Chris was invited to be a guest speaker at a retirement planning seminar we hopped at the chance for free publicity and pleaded with God for a few new clients since I really like to make sure my kids are fed, I’m kinda kooky like that.

I relished the opportunity to whip out my business clothes and heels from mothballs so I got all gussied up in my career woman attire and followed my husband into the seminar. We settled in, found our seats and were informed that not only would the seminar be live in front of a crowd, but the local TV station was going to be filming and it would be going out to the public.

Aha, more free publicity!

My husband was announced and up he went to do his thing. Can I just say he is an amazingly gifted teacher? I’ve heard him talk “financial planning” at home for the last 8 years and I’ve learned to plaster an interested look on my face, all the while my eyes are glazed and I’m making my grocery list. But I was absolutely enthralled at the amount of knowledge and wisdom this guy has in his head!

So as I sat enraptured by husband’s genius, I suddenly felt a breeze across my chest. And since I was sitting right in the front row and was on film as much as Chris was, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by looking down at my boobs so I just slid my hand ever so slowly across my chest to get a braille reading of the sudden draft. And lo and behold, two buttons had popped right open and my bra and all that it was holding were available for the world to see.

And I do mean World, because lest we forget, the TV station was filming my little moment of exhibitionism.

I subtly reached the other hand up to close my blouse, pulled my coat tighter around my chest and tried mind over matter to get my red face to go back to its pale white self.

And I think I’m going to file it under the category of supportive wife duties, because I figure that my exposed bosoms just might be the thing that kept the next client from channel surfing right on by Chris’ brilliant financial wisdom.

See, it’s just a modern version of the Proverbs 31 wife.