Apparently, behind my back, this other woman decides to strut her verbosity over at my husband’s blog. Can you believe the nerve? He gave another woman a password to his blog. The next thing you know she’ll putting her beer in his fridge. I am crushed. Devestated. Hurt. How could she go behind my back and blog for him? She’s never even blogged for me.
That does it! I am so gonna whip her husband’s ass in a beer chugging
contest. It’s only fair!
(No wives were actually cheated on in the making of this entry.)
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