TMI or Why I will never touch The Husband's crackberry again

OK - I think we've established that I hate cell phones. The Husband, however, LOVES his crackberry. He is on it constantly. Maybe a little too constantly, given the conversation we had last night.

TH: I'm going to the bathroom.

Me: Please don't feel like you should let me know your every move.

TH: {laughs} {pauses} I better take my phone.

Me: Whatever happened to magazines?

TH: But I can access magazines from my phone. Or play games.

I think it's official - the honeymoon is over.

Mortification is...

Deciding that you need a couple of items for dinner, and running into the grocery store after spending an hour at the gym.  You're wearing the XL D.A.R.E t-shirt you got talked into buying outside of a Walgreen's two years ago.  You have no makeup on.  You are slightly sweaty.  Of course, you run into one of the partners from your old firm, and he wants to talk about your life since the lay-off.  

Note to self:  never leave the house sans makeup again.