Yesterday, I learned that my husband is failing to keep his weird sense of humor in check and probably freaked out G, our new guitarist.
On Sunday, while we were having our marathon recording session, I noticed our tabletop mist fountain (which looks sort of like this) sitting on my desk, empty. On a whim, I took it downstairs, rinsed it out, filled it with water, plugged it in and set it on the kitchen counter.
When hubby and G came downstairs, G asked what it was, apparently never having seen one before.
In reply, my husband popped off with, "Oh, didn't you know? Jane is a white witch and she uses it for her spells."
My husband tells me this story as if it's sidesplittingly funny and all I can think is, "Why would you tell someone something like that?"
I said, "I hope you told him you were kidding."
He said he did, but his tone made me wonder if he'd made himself perfectly clear.
I guess the silver lining is that he didn't cast me as a black magic practitioner. Even so, why would he say something so odd to someone who doesn't know me very well yet? Sigh. I just don't know what to do with that man sometimes...