When the P-Dawg walked in, I was busy scrubbing a potato.
“Hello, darling, how was your day?” I greeted him.
“Are you talking to me?” he said.
My husband took his coat off and draped it across a chair. (Why, Lord? Why?)
Then he made his way over to the computer.
“Wait a second!” I panicked. “Don’t look at that browser window I have open, Okay?”
“Why not?” the P-Dawg’s interest was immediately piqued. “What are you trying to hide from me?”
Alas, it was already too late.
He had seen my Google search of shame:*
“HOW DO YOU BAKE A POTATO?”
*(In my defense, I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.)