If I End Up Missing, Check the Closet

Tonight, as I pedaled my exercise bike, my husband put a clear plastic garbage bag over his head and peered at me. We were having some ridiculous conversation and I wish I could relay it here, but I can't remember it because of what happened next.

My husband crossed the room and said, "Here, put this on your head and tell me if you can see through it." (He was obviously not paying attention to the riveting conversation we were having. Either that or he had suffered brain cell loss from the lack of oxygen.)

The bag was cloudy cellophane and when he wore it on his head, I could see the features of his face. I said, "I don't think so! But nice try!"

He said, "No, really. Tell me if you can see through this."

I said, "I am going to alert my blog readers! If I end up dead, they will know you did it!"

He flashed a grin and said, "No, really!"

AND I PUT A PLASTIC BAG OVER MY HEAD.

The funny thing was that I couldn't see through the plastic and not just because the world started going black and then through a tunnel I saw a bright light . . . no. That plastic looks clear, but is somehow opaque when you are wearing it on your head.

Kids, don't try this at home. We are trained professionals. No, really.