So yesterday we were at a wedding in San Diego. That meant three hours in the car each way. Which probably sucked for Mr G, but my brother and I were actually pretty comfortable.
After the wedding, the wine, and a few hours of Howard Stern my sweet husband smiled and said. “I was reading your blog the other day.”
This is where I wince, cringe and otherwise try to appear invisible.
“I read that post about the lady whose husband wanted the sexy texts. It was really funny. If I was her husband I’d be hysterical.”
“Really? You don’t think it was a little mean?” I was surprised.
“No, if you sent something like that I’d be laughing pretty hard.” and then I think he remembered my brother in the back seat, “I mean I don’t really see the point of sexting and all, but if I did I’d think that was funny.”
And for the record, this is a sextless home. That wasn’t just for my brother’s benefit.