Maybe It's Top-50 Material After All

I was wandering around after dinner when Nate picked a snacktime show from the DVR list. I grabbed my ratty kakuro book and a pencil (I will get through all 250 puzzles) and sat down at the end of the couch. Jenn -- who had not yet read yesterday's blog posting, mind you -- lowered her book, looked at me, and said, "You came in here to watch Peep, didn't you?"

Eight years of marriage, people. No secrets.