“I saw some pee-pee today,” I said. Then, thinking he would think I meant the dog had an accident in the house, I clarified. “I saw porn.”
The hubby swivels around in his chair, waiting on more of the story.
“I was trying to set up my Flickr account.”
Always quick to make a joke, the hubby says, “And you went to f*cker.com instead?”
Then I busted out laughing. “I have to blog this immediately.”
Sorry, readers, there is no “rest of story.”