Spilling The Beans

Today I went out to eat with Al & Michelle and Sherman & Nila.
While eating (which involves me not talking) I listened to the rest of them talk and I was glad Linda wasn’t there (for the sake of the rest of this blog).
I was privy to hear about how much “he eats”, she buys “these kind of shoes”, he “eats ice cream every night”, and what “she can’t resist”.
I learned more information than I needed to know as each husband talked about her and each wife talked about him.
I almost felt like I needed Level 5 CIA clearance.
Yet, though I enjoy her company, I was glad Linda wasn’t there to spill the beans on me or tell the others how often I spill beans on myself.