The night before last I showed Mr S that I have this site back up and the months of me moaning about it are over. I thought he would be happy – it seems that anything that reduces moans from my mouth makes him happy. Instead of the expected response (“Oh, that’s great!” or something along those lines), he asked, “Is that you?”.
The picture he was looking at, if you’re a little late to the party, was this.
I laughed, a semi-giggle, thinking gosh, he thinks that’s me, that’s nice, while saying, “No,” [insert giggle] “that’s Madonna, not me”.
“Yeah, of course that’s not you! I know that! I meant did you take the header picture?”
….can you hear the wind disappearing from my sails?