On being mortified, but probably not as mortified as most people would be in my situation

I'm not easily embarrassed. If I were, I wouldn't blog about my sex toy collection, my foot-in-mouth syndrome or my propensity to fall down for no apparent reason.

I did, however, turn a few shades redder when I emerged from my hotel room this morning to get coffee with Portland D in tow, only to run into my Other Work Half, who has been my coworker for exactly one and a half weeks.

Because nothing says, "I'm like totally professional and stuff" quite like taking a guy home on a business trip with a coworker next door. That said, Portland D's pretty adorable in the AM.