Like when he found a toothbrush identical to his sitting beside a jug of bleach.
Or when I dropped the camera in the ocean.
Or about the cup of dirt I keep in my studio.
Or when I'm hunched over the newspaper cutting out obituaries.
Or even that time we had this conversation:
Him: The dog left you a present this morning
Me: She didn't chew my book, did she?
Him: No, your phone.
Me: Oh, good.
It's probably for the best.