I've Been Caught!

I've been caught! Red handed, or Boyfriend Jean handed, as the case may be. Hubby has been out of town this week, and truth be told, he didn't even know what a blog was until recently!

As smart as he is, he is dumb as a stump when it comes to computers and especially the internet...must be an age thing (psssst...he's old!). He recently joined Facebook. He didn't know what it was, and I had to help him set up his account. He doesn't even know how to use it, but he goes on to accept friend requests.

Apparently he got a friend request from someone he didn't know, but who "supposedly" knows me, convenient that he couldn't remember their name..grrrrrr. Anyhoo, he is looking around their page, and sees my posts, which are tied to my twitter account, which are tied to my Facebook page, which are tied to my blogger blog, which is getting me tied up in knots!

So, he meanders over to my blog and what does he read......yup, the Boyfriend Jeans! I get a phone call while I am going to pick up my daughter at camp. There I am speeding along when the cell rings. Normally he doesn't call during the day, so I figure he has some news...we are trying to buy a lot, a house in Galveston, a dog and several other turn your life upside down and never get it right side up again things!

Here is how the conversation went...

Hubby, "What's the deal with Boyfriend Jeans?"
Me, thinking, What boyfriend?, "What?"
Hubby, "What's the deal with Boyfriend Jeans?"
Me, very innocently, "What do you mean? Boyfriend Jeans?"
Hubby, "How many pairs do you own?"
Me, "You know how much you like those jeans that already have the holes in them? Those are Boyfriend Jeans."
Hubby, "What jeans with the holes in them?"
Me, "You know I have those pairs with the holes in them? I wore a pair in Vegas."
Hubby "How many pairs do you have?"
Me, playing dumb..."I don't know."
Hubby "I read the Blog. How much do each pair of those jeans cost!"
Me "I have some that are just Levi's!"
Hubby, not buying it, "How many pair and how much do they cost?"
Me "Well, I bought some a long time ago, and I love them because they are baggy and worn and so comfy. You know I don't like to wear fitted things. Especially since I have put on some weight."

Sidebar here...see, I know hubby, and he is the type of guy that when you talk about yourself, he automatically talks about himself. For example, I'm so tired. He responds with I'M so tired, I haven't slept in years. Another example, I don't feel well. He responds, I don't feel well, I think I have the flu. And finally I feel fat. You feel fat? I am a fat pig! I have put on 15 pounds. I need to go and work out. I need to go on a starvation diet and wear a rubber suit. (It is at this point that I want to point out that he really needs to be put IN a rubber ROOM.)

You see where I am going with this! Threw him right off the track, and he went into this whole thing about his weight until he had to go to a meeting!

The last time I talked to him, he said it was funny that I called him hubby on the blog, but very funny that I called my younger son, bratitude boy.

He didn't mention the jeans again...whew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!