Me: If we ever move into a bigger house, I want a studio. For my art.
Husband: What’s your art?
Me: What do you mean, what’s my art? I write, I paint, I play music.
Husband: I know, I know, I’m just wondering what do you consider to be your main art?
Me: My writing, duh.
Husband: Like, your books? The ones you haven’t written?
Me: Sure, those, and you know I am working on them, but I’m thinking more about my essays.
Husband: You mean your blog posts?
Me: Yes! The creative non-fiction I post on my blog.
Husband: Huh. I didn’t realize your blog posts were…art.
Me: That’s because you haven’t read them.
Sober Mormon 