Conversation with My Betrothed in which he expresses his misgivings about my blog:
MB: I'm not so sure about this blog thing.
MB: Well, you're making me look really bad. I've never called you an 'oaf'.
Me: You always tell me how clumsy and ungraceful I am, especially after I've 'accidentally' elbowed you in the face.
MB: You are a walking disaster. But I've never called you an oaf.
Me: Okay. But did you even read the positive stuff I said about you? True love and all.
MB: Yeah. Yeah. You're still making me sound like an asshole.
Me: All right. I'll do better. Just remember it's all in the name of fun. And I love you dearly, no matter what I may write.
MB: Uh huh. I love you too. In fact, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I probably don't tell you that enough, but you really mean the world to me.
Me: (tear) Thanks baby.
MB: So, fatso, where are we going for dinner? I'm starving.
*While some comments may have been embellished for dramatic effect and for ego boosting purposes, the fatso comment is a direct quote. It's true.