Marriage Has Its Limits

It's been brought to my attention that certain readers of this blog find it offensive and are trashing it on Facebook. This is odd since reading it is completely optional. I have also learned that the aforementioned readers/trashers live in my town, a teeny-tiny speck on the map called Freeport (pop. 8,737 at last count) in the state of Maine (population 1.3 million). So we are not talking a major metropolis, just a cluster of humanoids in a somewhat dull and insignificant part of the country. Heck, Maine isn't even mentioned on The Weather Channel (which pisses me off by the way)!

Anyway, the reason these people are reading my blog has nothing at all to do with me, it's just that my husband is running for a seat on the Town Council and so politics rears its ugly head, even in the shallowest end of a kiddie pool. The shocking things I have written here -- you can decide what's shocking -- are being attributed to him, even though I wrote them.

So for those self-righteous fat ladies reading this post -- I can't help thinking they are self-righteous and fat and ladies -- try to understand that when two people marry they might share a name, a bed and a bank account but they almost always maintain separate brains. I say "almost" because of my old friend Nancy who said she never read the paper or watched the news because her husband did and, "Marty tells me what to think!"