So, I’ve received hundreds dozens two e-mails asking me if Bill is really as bad as I portray him here. The short answer is sort of. The long answer is below:

All the things I’ve written here are true (well, I might have exaggerated here and there for comedic effect, but not by much, God love Bill). However, I don’t write all the suuuuper parts of my life here because generally, they’re not terribly entertaining, and I’m here first and foremost to entertain both myself and you.
I realize, however, this is terribly, terribly unfair to Bill (and unbelievable to those of you who have actually met him and know how great he is). Most of my days don’t consist of dealing with fixing whatever new mess Bill has made. In fact, most of my days consist of being utterly spoiled by Bill.

This man goes above and beyond the call of husbandly duty far more often than not, and even his mistakes are made with the best of intentions. I genuinely believe that he is one of those truly special husbands who puts his family’s wants and needs far, far ahead of his own — probably too far ahead of his own sometimes.

I could list all of the wonderful things he’s done for me, but I’ve got limited storage space and bandwidth here, kids. Suffice it to say that despite poo episodes and bad purchasing decisions, I have one of the most fabulous men on Earth sleeping in my bed every night. I’m damn lucky to have him, and I know it.