Blonde and the Mirror

A blonde was cleaning out her attic when she found an old dusty mirror tucked behind some boxes.

She wiped it off, held it up, and stared at it for a few seconds.

Then she gasped.

Oh my gosh… I know this person.

She ran downstairs, still holding the mirror, and found her husband in the kitchen.

Look at this, she said, handing it to him. I found this in the attic.

Her husband looked at the mirror.

It’s just a mirror, he said.

No it’s not, she insisted. Look closer. Doesn’t she look familiar?

He looked again, trying to understand what she meant.

I swear I’ve seen her before, the blonde said. I just can’t place it.

The husband stared at the mirror, then slowly narrowed his eyes.

After a moment, he sighed.

Yeah… he said.

I recognize her too.

The blonde leaned in eagerly.

Really? Who is she?

The husband handed the mirror back and said:

That’s the woman I’ve been seeing behind your back.