It’s late and I’m not

When I met my husband I thought that I had completely snowed him into thinking that I was a well adjusted responsible individual female adult. And of course this is why I thought that he fell in love with me. As it turns out, he’s always known that I am crazy. It isn’t that he loves me in spite of that, he just loves me. I would like to thank him for not letting me in on the secret before I was ready to know it.

Blair(my husband) is a sane person. I use to secretly despise him for this very palatable personality trait. I have become convinced that everyone we meet thinks, “What’s going on here?” (said with the voice of the character ‘Karen’ on the TV show Will and Grace…go ahead and look it up, I’ll wait – it’ll totally be worth it) when they meet me. Blair and I are very aligned politically and spiritually, but I am, quite frankly, a weirdo. He, is not. This ends up being a comedy sketch every time I get nervous when we go to parties.

When I get nervous, I just spew word vomit. I think that the technical term is “logorrhea“, look it up. Did you laugh? It’s really close to Diarrhea, and we all know what that means. Yeah…I went there.