My husband has a sixth sense. He always manages to call me when I'm out shopping for clothes. This has been a touchy subject between us in the past, but we now have an understanding - read a phone conversation we had at one such time a couple months ago:
Me: Hello?
Him: Hey, whatcha doing?
Me: Shopping. (Sensing a pending reprimand about my spending habits) I always feel bad when you call and I tell you I'm out shopping.
Him: Then lie.
Me: Okay.
Express permission. Tonight I was at Old Navy, when the inevitable phone call came. He asked what I was going to do tonight and I said study for a quiz. There was fairly loud shopping music playing on the overhead, and I know he heard it. But he didn't ask about it, and I didn't tell. And at the end of the day, everyone's happy.
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