Stop looking at me!

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I have this quirk where I can't write if anyone literate is hovering near me, looking over my shoulder, or sitting next to me. Today, being his day off, my hubby's been hanging out with me. I've loved having his attention...until I sat down to try to type. I sat for a good five minutes, feeling nervous and antsy before I turned to hubby and said, "Oh, dearest husband of mine, as much as I love having you gaze upon my beauty and dote on my every desire, I must respectfully ask that you find something else to do so I can fulfill my purpose in life by writing to strangers on mylot." Oh. Don't y'all talk to your spouse that way? No? Huh. Weird. He gave me puppy dog eyes and, even though I told him how "purty" he was, he still moped as he walked away. My writing mojo became stronger with each step that he took. I felt as though I could be witty and smart as I furiously started typing. And then I felt it. Someone was looking at me. I felt my mojo trickling away... I turned and there was hubby, sitting on the end table across the room, gazing vaguely in my direction. "You're watching me from a distance, aren't you!" I accused. He grinned and immediately broke into song, "From a distance the world looks blue and green, and the snow-capped mountains white. From a distance the ocean meets the stream, and the eagle takes to flight.... Hubby is watching you. Hubby is watching you, Hubby is watching you from a distance... I looked him square in the eye, pointed my finger at him and said, "I am so totally writing about you now!" How many of y'all can't write when you're being watched?