So here's the thing about spending the odd evening on your own.
It is sometimes fun, because you get to do things like try out bizarre beauty products (that is a décolletage mask) that you might try out if your husband was there...but also might not, as it might occur to you that keeping a little mystery alive is possibly a good thing.
And then you might realize that you have a blog upon which you will probably post the mystery-destroying photograph anyway, and send it to your husband via email with the subject line "This is what I do when you're gone."