The two things my husband knows not to look at is the books I read and my blog. I am very easily embarrassed and I don’t want to have to question what he would think of something I read or write.

It’s good to have at least some boundaries. I’m the same way. I would die if my partner ever went over my blog with a fine-toothed comb, but I always tell her when I add a neat feature, or when I’ve written something I’m proud of. Would never give her the link in a million years though 😅

A few months ago, we got a call from the daughter while she and her brother were out at their grandparents’ house in the middle of nowhere. There was this feral pack of cats out by the barn, and one in particular was being bullied by all the others. She was the runt of the litter, so I assume that probably had something to do with it.