He said he was funnier than me (whatevs) and that he just didn't think he could keep from telling me if he didn't like it or if he thought I should change something. Fair enough. Sometimes I just can't keep myself from telling him that I'm going to lose my shit if he gets one more water glass out and takes it somewhere in the house to sit for days until I go around and collect them all.
I've decided it's a good thing that he doesn't read it. Gives me a lot more freedom. Ya know?
Last night we were talking when he asked how my blog was doing.
"It's good. I mean there aren't any publishers knocking down my door, but it's fun."
Charming: "Have you written about me lately?"
Me: "I don't know. Probably."
Charming: "Just tell me what you wrote."
Charming: "Don't make me get all up in your blog."
Me: "Go ahead. Get ALL UP IN IT."
Charming: "I'll sue you. Sue you for...what is it when you sue someone for something they wrote about you?"
Me: "Libel. It's called libel. And here. Let me save you some time. My purse is over there. I'm pretty sure there's some loose change down at the bottom. It's all yours, baby."
Show Charming that I don't need his input...VOTE FOR ME!