An Amendment

(Faemom peeks around the door, takes a deep breath, and runs to the key board to begin typing.)

 

Ok, I have to do this post seriously and this is like my thirtieth try.  Do you remember yesterday’s post, Hey is that a soap box?: Sugar Babies and Daddies?  Well, it turns out my husband read it too (and apparently he’s been reading my posts this week).  He read yesterday’s post and took away the valuable lesson that his wife is willing to divorce him at the drop of a hat. ————————-  (See THAT!  That was an edited joke.  *sigh* This is so hard.  Comedy is in my blood.  Ok, deep breath.)

 

Well, I’m not.  ———————– *take a deep breath*  I pointed out that if he decided he wanted  ————- a mistress that he was welcome to her as soon as we signed the papers, and damn straight, he was going to pay through the nose for the privilege. 

 

My husband would like to reassure my readers that he has no interest in finding some one else because ————— – he loves me.  (anditstooexpensive)  He loves the boys.  He loves our family.  He loves our home.  ———————–  He would never endanger that for some gold digger.  I believe him.  I also mentioned that he could always go on the blog and defend himself, like ck’s husband.  But he just threatened starting his own blog, and the scary part is he does internet marketing.

 

Ok.  Now I have to write something funny and email the full transcript to my best friend because I need to share with SOMEONE my comedic genius.