Misunderstandings

I've blogged before about how a simple misunderstanding can make you feel pretty silly. (Here and also here).

Recently, it's happened again. Mrs. Lloyd and I were both on the verge of falling to sleep. She had one leg draped over one of my legs. Wanting to be sure that this position didn't hurt, she asked me "is this hard on your leg?"

I misunderstood, and replied "no, this hardon is my penis. But thanks for the compliment."