I’m putting it out there- because this is what I do- I talk about my life and what really goes on behind closed doors on this blog. I’ve said it before and I will say it again- I love my husband, truly, madly and deeply. I can’t imagine a day on this planet without his ever present grunts and quizzical looks at me for something I’ve done that he would NEVER DO, his completely unconditional love of my very essence- stripped down bare. And he has proven this love for me as I’ve laid on my bed these past couple of days so full of mucous it would make any sane person head for the hills as I asked for yet another tea, cough drop and to please stay up with me at 4:30 am and watch The Jefferson’s because I couldn’t sleep to which he obliged.
For the record George and Weezie provide the ultimate comedic relief when one feels like their head is about to explode. But I digress. This is a real issue I’ve come to understand as I enter that phase of my life where I’m acutely aware of these couples’ dates- i.e. married men and women who regularly go out for dinner and drinks with one another, while wives excuse themselves to go powder their noses and husbands get into heated conversations about the stock market and why Derek Jeter is not having the swan song year he should be—and that as a couple my husband and I RARELY go out with other couples and have these powdering our noses experiences.