Beware of blog-reading ninja husbands

In his spare time, my husband is a ninja. I was beginning to think that he had stopped reading my blog because I had heard nothing from him with regards to my Danish exploits. However, knowing that he is a ninja – even a part-time ninja – I should've suspected something.

This morning, my scale is gone again.

I asked him about it to which he replied "What scale?" Sometimes I think I should've had full-disclosure before I married him. I.e., "I'm a ninja and I'll be able to get away with lots of things because I'm sneaky and can hide in empty rooms."

I bet my scale really is in Denmark this time.