Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I feel very loved:).
Last night, on the way to our big local grocery store (we've decided that shopping at the corner store is insanely expensive, and we're having a go at once a week shopping at Auchan), Dylan decided he wanted to administer a sex quiz from Maxim.
I'll spare you the details of the whole quiz, but one of the last questions was "What's a deal breaker in a relationship? a) Lying - about anything, b) Using online pron, c) Flirting with another woman, d) Cheating (this includes just kissing another woman)?"
I said, "Cheating, to include kissing."
Him: "Really? Even if I was just kissing her?"
Me: "Why were you kissing her?"
Him: "Oh, so I could have sex with her. But we didn't. We just kissed."
Me: "Yeah, well that's only 'cause you got caught. And that's why we're getting divorced. Are you happy now?"
Him: "You're going to write about this on your blog aren't you?"
A few weeks ago I had this post all planned out in my mind where I was going to introduce you to my ulcer, who I named Karl. Now it turns out I don’t have an ulcer. And no one knows WHAT the hell I have. Meaning I have nothing to tell you. So I have come to the conclusion I pretty much have a mythical creature running rampant in my body, and I have named him Karl. And he is an arsehole.
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