For when you want to interrupt your husband’s powerfully unproductive link surfing.

Last night: Flustering Terry when I know he’s not watching porn by asking him indignantly if he’s watching porn is one of my favorite things to do for pre-sleep amusement (my own, not his). I like how he suddenly turns into sputtering, wide-eyed Jimmy Stewart and says things like, “Why, I never!” and “Pbssssbbbtt, WHAT?” […]