Bad news? We get home at the same time and I'm not able to properly "dispose" of fabric evidence.
We pulled up in the driveway yesterday and I immediately spotted the small mountain of packages and thought to myself, "oh crap...it's finally happened....Fabric D-Day". I thought maybe I could snake up to the front door and get everything inside while he was busy getting his stuff out of the trunk.
I unlocked the front door and turned to see if I was still in the clear, only to be met with this knowing scowl (you all don't know Ray, but this is his impish "I know what you're up to" scowl, rather than the "I'm angry" scowl. Phew!)
I just started laughing, and then couldn't resist snapping these two quick photos of the event.
Later Ray said, "you're not going to put those up on the internet are you?"
Me: "No" (crossing fingers behind back)
Ray: "Whatever. You're over there thinking, 'I'll sneak these up on the internet and that rube will never know!' "
And then I just started laughing, because that's exactly what I was thinking. How does he know me so well?
Any of you have funny stories about how your husband has totally busted your Underground Fabric Railroad? Do tell!