Since I've known Jason for like...ever, I try really hard to keep things interesting in our marriage. I get really freaked out when I tell him a story and he gives me this face and says, "Um, you've already told me that" because what's going to happen when we're sixty or whatever? He knows all my stories already, so pretty much we're screwed.
In the spirit of that fear, I often write him little notes.
The other day? I wrote him a note which might maybe have possibly been a bit racy.
Okay, it was ridiculous.
And no, I'm not telling what it said. Don't even ask.
ANYWAY, I left it in his wallet and giggled to myself all day, thinking about what his reaction must have been.
I came home from work, children beside me, and went on about my usual after-work routine. As I was booting up the computer to write my self-mandated daily 1000 words on my next book, I heard Girl Child reading.
She was reading the note I left for Jason.
WHICH HE TOOK OUT OF HIS WALLET AND LEFT ON THE FREAKING COUNTER FOR GOD AND EVERYONE ELSE TO SEE.
He got a call.
And maybe? I might have possibly threatened to never do anything mentioned in the note. EVER AGAIN.