My husband has perfected the art of dry humor. He is very thin and naturally athletic and I tease him a lot because I’m not as thin or naturally athletic (ahem – yeah, I’m jealous). So we have a running joke about him being skinny.
Today I needed to find my sister’s mailing address really quickly, and realized that the only place we had saved it is my husband’s Gmail contacts list. To retrieve them I’d have to use his login and password (which I could guess at, but didn’t really want to do without his permission first). Unfortunately I couldn’t get through to him at work, so I just went ahead and logged in (correctly guessed his password) and retrieved my sister’s address.
I emailed my husband apologizing for hacking into his Gmail account without his permission. This was his response:
“That’s ok. I’m the only skeleton in my closet.”This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.