Husband returned from a short vacation (his first since July, poor guy) in LA last night. Since it was almost midnight, I did not expect him to notice my new purple hair. I did find it funny, however, when he brought the old dark towel out of the bathroom and asked if someone stayed over while he was gone. "No, no," I said, sounding like I was hiding something. "I used it."
"Oh, I didn't want to stain the new towels."
Now, that should have raised suspicion as to either who the fuck I had over while he was away or what was wrong with me that I might "stain" a towel. I think he was afraid I might start talking about my period and he wanted to go to bed. This also makes me laugh.
From this point on, the countdown until Husband notices my purple hair commences.