This past week the hubby and I took a little vacation, our first in two years. Hooray! We went to Portland, Oregon, one of our favorite places. The divine food! The Saturday Market (now also running on Sundays)! Powells City of Books! It was lovely!
We: bought homemade soap and I got a Himalayan ring at the Saturday Market. Ate at Who-Song and Larry's, the best Mexican restaurant this side of the Rio Grande. Took a drive to Tillamook to watch our fave cheese being made. (I was banned from saying, "It's a cheese holiday, Gromit!" however.) Drove to Cannon Beach to run around on the sand and screech over the fact that it's ninety degrees everywhere else but the beach, where the ocean wind keeps it to a balmy fifty.
And spent a day at Powells.
Ah, Powells! So many books! So many, many books! I got to sign the copies of mine that they had in stock. I also startled one girl buying a copy of Dragon Slippers by offering to sign it for her. She looked like I was crazy, so I showed her my driver's license. Then I pretty much forced another girl to buy it, since she was giving me the eye and also had the same taste in books that I do. (Hooray for Patricia Wrede!) At her recommendation, I bought the first book in the Bartimaeus Trilogy. The clerk at Powells who was helping me with the signing of the stock said that they sell tons of my books, which made me smile for the rest of the day.
So then, home again, my husband was looking at the Powells website and the info that they have about my books. And he noticed the bio of me.
"Who's Matt? It says you live with your husband, Matt. Is there something I should know about?"
Yes, much as I never reveal the name of our son, I'm also a bit standoffish about telling people my husband's name. He does have to go out every day in the real world and make money to pay our bills, you know. So my "official bio" just says I live with my husband and our young son.
And apparently someone, somewhere, has decided that my husband's name is Matt.
I'm still giggling.
I may have to start calling him that.