Last night, I was in the closet putting dirty laundry in the hamper when Hubby walked into the otherwise dark bedroom and, apparently, couldn't find me. (It is a walk-in closet, so it's not as weird as it sounds.) He walked toward the sink, then back to the closet, where he said flatly, "Oh, you're in the closet. That's good" and proceeded to walk back to the sink and begin brushing his teeth. I peered out of the closet laughing, at which point he replied, through a mouthful of toothpaste, "What?! You could have married someone normal!" But given who I am and my own set of eccentricities, I'm not sure that ever would have really been an option. However, it's not like that will stop me from reiterating his line and teasing him every time he does something remotely odd...
Perhaps he could have married someone normal, too. :-)
