We moved recently and had a yard sale the same weekend. So my husband was cherry picking pieces of furniture to put outside to sell, mostly without my two cents. We sold the glider rocker that used to be next to our bed and later in the day it occurred to me to ask if he’d checked the pockets, cos I had a habit of putting my vibrator in the side pocket (of which he was unaware, I think)… for two weeks we believed we sold the chair to a very timid and meek young woman of about 25 with my purple pal in the side pocket. Until I found it in my top drawer. I have no idea how it got there, actually; we had my son’s Dad and his wife helping us move but having a hard time seeing them involved with its removal. It’s possible I put it there and forgot, just not very likely. It’s also entirely possible my husband is just fucking with me, but I may never really know.

Oh, and then later in the day right after my hubby and my son’s Dad moved our bed, I noticed the baby oil still sitting there… next to the bed that was no longer there.

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The other day my husband is browsing some music site on his iPad when he stumbled upon a killer blues song, and I said, “That sounds like John Mayer…” He says, “It’s Buddy Guy.” I doubt I looked very surprised. :)