The husband was surfing around the ‘net last night, checking out cars. (You know, because it’s not like our driveway’s full or anything.) He also searches out MG sites because you never know when a better A might come along, or some random YA parts might show up.
In passing he mentioned later “I was looking for MG stuff and your thing came up.”
Assuming by thing he means blog, I think that’s kinda funny. He sounded a little…annoyed, maybe? Like a realization had sunk in that his wife’s gettin’ around? My “stuff” might be bleeding into his “stuff”.
He had walked away at that point, so I didn’t bother explaining that it’s only because I’ve mentioned his cars a lot recently because they’re to blame for the excruciating physical labor I’ve been subjected to of late. But he had that little crinkle over his eyes that comes when he’s not sure how he’s supposed to react to something, if it all.
Looks like Wife, AKA Mom might just have another identity hiding in the Batcloset, huh?