Busted...

So I had this really funny post about not giving any to my husband tonight because mowing the lawn tonight on a new mower was like starring in a porn, even the cows, who were retreating when I started, decided to come back for the show. It was SO bumpy that it looked like I was having relations with the mower. Clearly, all I needed was a vibrating button on the seat and wouldn't have complained so much about the bumpiness. Seriously, I felt violated. Anywhos, I was on the computer tonight, reading blogs, and my husband said something and I half-assed answered. Then I pretended to hear what he was saying. A few minutes later I made a comment about a girl on Big Brother and he just looked at me. Uh-oh....busted! I guess that is what "we" were talking about a few minutes before. Opsie!!! Seriously...