Good idea!

"you are so full of good ideas! It's like you're the good idea factory." Yes I was back to panicking, (and sounding like a patronising moron.) Somehow I managed to stall long enough for my one remaining brain cell to helpfully suggest, "I'll find a good one."

A good one.... something felt off. That was clever, (probably too clever for me.) Had Mistress F anticipated this and sown that response in my brain? I didn't just offer to find a lawyer, I was going to find "a good one", which made it harder for my wife to object.