A few years back, hubby traveled for work a lot. I was working full-time as well and entertaining myself while he was gone during the week by shopping in the evenings. Lots of book buying and reading going on. But I heard someone sing a song on a TV show -- can't even remember who or what it was now -- and thought, "I need to buy that CD."
And so it started. My new hobby was listening to music and purchasing CDs. I put together one of those nice zippered travel cases with hundreds of CDs and I'd change them out in my car, listening to new ones all the time. I love to sing at the top of my lungs in the car. In fact, that's how I got my last speeding ticket, but that's a story for another day.
One weekend, hubby and I were headed somewhere in my car that was a long drive -- probably Sedona -- and I was in the driver's seat. I said, "Let's switch out the CDs. Will you pull my CD case out from under the seat?"
Hubby has this confused look on his face and reaches down to pull the CD case from beneath the passenger seat. He unzips it and starts flipping through pages and pages of CDs. He says, "Where did all these come from?"
"I bought them."
"You bought all these CDs?" He's sounding very incredulous at this point.
"Well, yeah ... why?"
And he turns to me and says, "I don't even know you!"
Of course, we laughed our asses off and still do whenever we think about it. I guess he just couldn't believe I had this secret life -- buying CDs -- that he had no idea about. You know, ya gotta keep some mystery in the marriage!