BUSTED!

For the sake of my marital passion I would like to clear a few things up.

a) Chris is not a horndog out looking for "hot chicks". He very clearly remembers the argument more like this

Our friend doesn't need to be married to be happy. He can still date and have some nice companionship and enjoy friendships with women who are not insane alcoholics. He would be happier than he is now.

I remember very differently. The version I blogged was cleaned up for those among us who might be offended by my real version. With my wife/woman/hormonal/crazy ears I heard

WooHoo! Single life!! What could be better than a different chick every weekend and no one telling me what to do or locking me in this hell hole with five screaming kids who sing everything as if we are in a musical. A really bad really loud musical with a boring plot and the same chick in my bed every night. I crave variety and I hate musicals. I love asian women. I'm so jealous. I yearn to join our friend in the exciting world of dating lots of chicks.


I assumed that my lady blog friends know the difference between what a man says and what a woman hears. He's concerned that you will misunderstand and he'll never show his face in church again because he'll feel the angry woman eyes all around him, showing their disapproval. I'm sorry if I put him in a bad light. He is a lovely man and a wonderful husband.


b) I do not believe that if Chris stops working from our bedroom/office we will swerve tragically on to a road of adultery and intense psychiatric care. I'm simply conveying how much I enjoy having him around and it rocks for me to have such a close connection with him. That's it, babe. Not thinking you're going to run off with some lady with only 3 children, cause it would be so much quieter. Pretty sure you like the ones you've got. Pretty sure you like messing around with the woman who currently takes care of your needs in your current office. Just sharing my stress with my peeps. No harm intended. And, yes, our whole relationship is blog material. That's how I roll. If you don't like it, don't read it. Same way you don't stay in the room when I'm on the phone with my sisters. You're not going to like what you hear, so don't listen.

You rock mr. codependent hotty hot perfect body super model husband! For reals, he does.