So it's come to this...

I'm beginning to understand the process that it will take for Brett and I BOTH to become prolific bloggers. He will think about it, but not actually do it. He will then remind me to write something, but still not ACTUALLY do anything himself. He will become frustrated by my lack of progression, think about other qualities I have that annoy him, hold me up for public ridicule in a blog he FINALLY manages to shoot off, then sit back and enjoy the backlash that he knows will follow. Very shrewd, and might I say...disturbingly effective.

I regret to admit that I have NOT been grossly misrepresented in my husband's last blog, and therefore cannot accuse him of any kind of malicious slander. However, I am distressed and saddened by his obvious lack of appreciation for real life narrative at its finest. It's true, I do tend to tell a story...refine it a bit through further research, one-on-one consultations, and group forums...rehearse it again, noting my audiences reaction to the new information...and finally, present it completely with props, lighting, and appropriate music. Anything less than this, I'm afraid, would just be irresponsible. We're talking about LIFE here! The beauty of the seemingly unimportant! Nobody can stay in the "big picture" forever! Can they?! Can they?!!!

Sorry, it's difficult to stay composed when we're discussing something this important. You would think, if anything, he would be GRATEFUL for the new and improved memory the repetition of our lives has brought about. The difference has been significant. I no longer have to introduce myself to him every morning, remind him of how many children we have, or draw him a map to work. I still have to show him where he keeps his own stuff, but hey...baby steps, right?

And just for the record, when he refers to events that even I have forgotten, he actually means memories that he shares with someone else, or has entirely fabricated. Like when he insists that he watched a certain movie with me, and cannot for the life of him understand why I am incapable of recalling anything about the film, or the circumstances under which we viewed it, until he suddenly remembers the face and name of the ex-girlfriend that he ACTUALLY saw the movie with. Yeah...details, people...they're important.