Initially I had decided not to tell my husband I was starting a blog. But since we have an open relationship (not that kind of open, ohmygod) I decided I had to. Also, since I’m going to be talking (shit) about him frequently I guess it’s only fair.
Gus: A blog? Cool.
Me: Yeah, I thought I should tell you because some things are going to change around here. I’m not going to have time for a lot of things. Like cleaning the house and my real job.
Gus: We’ll hire someone. (He’s so supportive.)
Me: Also, I may have to start doing drugs. You know, so my life is more interesting.
Gus: You’re not going to use my name are you?
Me: Yeah. But not your whole name. Did you hear me say I’m going to have to get a habit? For work.
Gus: I want you to refer to me as Gus.
Me: No, you are not a Gus. Come up with something better. Now, about the drugs.
Gus: No. Call me Gus. You can even explain that I’m not really a Gus.
Gus: Then I don’t want to be in it.
Me: Too bad.
Gus: I’m killing you off in my book.
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