Mea Culpa

So, those of us who write for "The Story of Us" (namely me) are in the dog house. You see, after Hubby Tim read my last post and laughed until he cried, he let the story settle in a bit and then decided that I had, in fact, "made him sound dumb" (which if you read the last post, was forbidden under penalty of death). This about-face has made two things very apparent:

 A) The idea that the women of our species are the ones prone to wild mood swings is clearly a social construct

 and

B) My blog may actually hold secret powers in helping me to get what I want.....as in: "Hubby Tim please go clean the bathroom, I'd hate to have to write about.... [insert embarrassing scene here]...on my blog...."
I'll be testing that theory.

In the meantime, here's how the scene went:


Hubby Tim: "Thanks a lot. You made me sound like I don't do stuff."
Me: "Wait, you're upset because I implied that you're inactive....?"
Hubby Tim: "But I do stuff! I'm active!"
Me: (blink)
Hubby Tim: "I do!!"
Me: (blink) (pause)...."So the fact that I brought up that you were dressed as a bare-chested unicorn in a grass skirt didn't faze you but the fact that you don't work out....you think that makes you sound dumb?!!"
Hubby Tim: "What?! Well, yeah..."
Me: (silence)
Hubby Tim: "...I do, do stuff...grumble, grumble, ..." (sulk)

So, in the hopes that Hubby Tim will stop bellyaching and showering me with examples of how he is active (OK, he does take out the garbage),"The Story of Us" would like to amend our previous post and add that Hubby Tim does, indeed, "do stuff." We sincerely regret this error and hope that Hubby Tim's bruised ego will bounce back soon.

What the hell. Here are the unicorn photos*....I'm in trouble anyway.

 *No unicorns were hurt in creating this ensemble. I cannot, however, speak to their embarrassment. (And a special thanks to Hubby Tim for being a good sport).