I wrote a post that was maybe too personal, perhaps a bit too embarrassing, and for the moment at least, entirely too gross to post here.
It’s a shame, because it really was one of the most bizarre situations I’ve found myself in over the last several years, but… well, we get married so that our significant others can tell us when we’re doing something wrong, and that was the case with this one. I’ve saved it, and in the case that I’m ever not dependent on my job at a school system, maybe I can dust it off and share it. I hate to spend the time and work to fire off a solid post and then not share it, but there it is. Maybe one day.
If you’re curious, it involved a vial of, uh, genetic legacy, my lunchbox, and a day at work. THAT’S ALL YOU GET. And if you caught it in the fifteen minutes it was posted, well, you get to be special.
And I’m just kidding. We get married for LOVE. Telling us when we’re wrong is just one of the many services a spouse can provide.