The other evening the dh called me, but I was outside and didn’t pick up. Later, I went to listen to messages, and heard several voices on one message. Turns out, after he called me, he didn’t hang up. So I got to eavesdrop.

One man, Alan (I recognized his voice), said that he didn’t know any happily married man who didn’t get together with the guys and complain about his wife, because, he said, “You know they’re doing it.”

My dh said something about me being on internet boards, apparently going to say I did my complaining there. He said something about me writing romance novels.

A third man repeated that, kind of surprised.

My dh was nonchalant about it, and Alan said something about me not being published yet but working very hard and writing well. Then my dh started telling the other guy about RWA and National and the GH.

The phone cut out then, but I was stunned that he speaks about my writing so often, apparently, that his co-worker was even proud of me.

You just never know.

Critique went really well. They liked this story a lot, just a few nitpicking things. Maybe now I'll be inspired to finish it. I have to go to the office supply store after breakfast, and I want to go to the nursery and get that hibiscus, if they still have it.