Well, I just had to excise a golden line from that last post about the Spouse Excuse. My excuse?
My husband...
Now you're all envisioning him holding me against the wall, one big man-paw wrapped around my throat, the other gripping a beer and pointing a threatening finger at me, demanding that I censor myself or go without dinner.
Well, that didn't happen, so stop dialing the domestic abuse hotline on my behalf. He asked me nicely to remove a hilarious hypothetical statement that he felt could compromise his professional integrity if the wrong person read it and failed to see the humor. "But Andy, don't you realize that you already have a built in excuse? Just tell him your wife..."
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