Not Exactly a Surprise

We're watching a TV show where a middle-aged family man is finally coming out of the closet.

Hubs: You should be preparing yourself for that possibility. I might decide I'm gay someday.
Me: It's not like it would be a shock.

Shak-quester

Shakira is performing and I am going to sequester myself to watch her. 

Me: So... Just get whatever you need from our bedroom and stay out for a while. I'll be in there with the door locked. 

Hubs: I won't see you that evening? 

Me: No. I'm not coming out. I'll make sure I have water. Maybe some crackers. 

 

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