The Intern

The husband has an intern at work. A "spunky" blond intern at work. A "spunky" blond, female intern at work whose waist is the size of my thigh. Now, I trust my husband but I can't help but be a little bit of a jealous bitch. He showed me her pictures on facebook and I swear she looks so friggin perfect in every damn one that I through up a little in my mouth. He did this in hopes of showing me a facebook picture, you know you have one, the obvious morning after shot or the "I was soo wasted" pic. I have one where a zit is literally trying to eat my entire face. We all have at least one super unflattering shot currently being publicly displayed in cyber space...not this bitch. Perfect pretty hair, beautiful make-up and great stylish outfits. Did I mention she has a southern twang as well? She's a student at the University my husband sells to and every year in April he goes down there for a conference. Three days in a conference center in the mountains of Tennessee, over looking a waterfall, alone without cell phone reception. This is not good. I trust my husband but still, that's like leaving a starving dog alone with a bone he's not supposed to eat..