What if I promise to change the names to protect the innocent?

“I’m going to tell you something but you can keep it to yourself. ”

That’s what My Honey will say to me when I answer his calls. That’s code for, “If you blog about this, I’m divorcing you.”

The problem is he then proceeds to tell me a funny story. I’ll be laughing away and the whole time I’ll be thinking about how I’ll retell, the

Loveable, furry ole Grover

story, only better. I’m a good story-teller live. Even better than when I write it on this blog. I do voices and make a ton of expressions and use my hands and body a lot to tell a story. A very dear friend of mine used to describe me as a cartoon character [Michelle – ;0)] and she was unfortunately spot on with that description.

Waka waka waka

I actually prefer Muppet. My favorites were always Grover and Fozzie Bear. That’s actually quite telling, don’t you think?

I hate it when he says this, though, because some of these little stories are gems of humor just dying for my spin on them. He does not find being embarrassed amusing in the least. I, on the other hand, embarrass myself so much I’ve practically taken it to an Olympic level. Then, to compound the issue, I’ll tell the story of my mortification over and over. I have an entire catalog of embarrassing stories about myself I’ll tell to anyone who wants a chuckle. It’s practically a stand-up routine.

I’ll tuck this latest one away until later. I’m sure you’re thinking that there are plenty of other reasons for My Honey to divorce me and I should just quietly tell you this latest one anyway. You’re probably right, but if he leaves he won’t take the children and I’m not doing THAT by myself.

I’ll behave myself.

For now.