Since I live in Japan, the Today show comes on at night. I just happened to be channel surfing last night when the segment on the private investigator came on.<p>I managed to half listen, half carry on a conversation with my little boy about dinosaurs and white-water rafting and stuff. My husband, over in his recliner, playing possum, was listening intently. He listened while the PI was talking about spy cameras and listening devices, PC software to record incriminating evidence and chemicals made to recover DNA evidence from underwear (checkmate, I think it was called [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif" border="0[/img] ) The PI was going on and on about cyber sex and internet porn becomming more and more of a problem, about how some lady hit redial to her husband's cell-phone and listened to him having sex with his girlfriend. On and on.<p>Anyways, after all that, I nonchalantly turned the tv off, and said "Husband dear, are you coming to bed?"<p>He said "No!! I am not ready to come to bed!"<p>I said "Well, you are sleeping, you might as well do it in bed!"<p>He said "No, I am reading, and why are you always on my back?! Blah blah blah!!"<p>And there began a pretty huge fight, one of the bigger ones of recent days. I am so bad, I couldn't help myself. I was thinking about the "Checkmate" and I told my husband about the mysterious panties that I found in the laundry a couple years ago. Man, he freaked!!!<p>I figured that I had LB'd enough by bringing up the underwear, I was treading that line, so I called a truce and went to bed. Husband slept in the livingroom.<p>Well, anyways, I get up this morning, and my husband had left a note saying "Sorry I fell asleep in the chair last night."<p>(DUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!! Can I tend the rabbits, George?)<p>Thanks, Today Show! Truth hurts!
