My ability to keep secrets is severely compromised

by a wife who can read me like a mobile billboard truck broken down in front of our living room windows.

"What are you up to? There's flour on your fingers. Are you making pizza dough for dinner?"

Guilty as charged.

My ability to keep secrets is severely compromised

by a wife who can read me like a mobile billboard truck broken down in front of our living room windows.

"What are you up to? There's flour on your fingers. Are you making pizza dough for dinner?"

Guilty as charged.