You may recall from earlier posts that Motor Man is quite the prankster. He loves nothing more than getting something over on some poor unsuspecting soul. And I’m not exempt from his tricks.
But he doesn’t have a blog. And I do. So now it’s my turn.
A couple of days ago, we went to Cracker Barrel for dinner. I normally keep a lightweight jacket in the car, because air conditioning at restaurants seems to work better than anywhere else. But this particular night, I didn’t have one with me.
So after we ordered our meals, I told Motor Man that I was going to do some shopping in the store section of Cracker Barrel. I left our table wearing this:
I found a hoodie, bought it, had the clerk cut off the tags, and put it on over my other top. And I returned, wearing this:
And Motor Man never noticed. (I had him take these pictures when we got home, but didn’t tell him why. Surprise, honey!)
Now, I will say this in his defense: he has been working really hard this week. And I was sitting beside him in the restaurant. Had I been sitting across the table from him, he probably would have realized something had changed.
And besides, I know he loves me. It doesn’t matter that he didn’t notice I was wearing something different.
It’s blogging material. And I get payback. It’s a win-win situation.
these days of mine 