Feedback, comment or question? Send it over. Here — I’ll even pre-empt a few for you. These are the ones I get most often in real life:
- Why the heck did you move out of Manhattan for, um, New Jersey? Share a 700 square foot apartment with a husband, two kids, their stuff and a snoring pug and then ask me why I left the city. Oh and New Jersey is not just this, by the way.
- Isn’t your imaginary love affair with Bono a sign of mental instability? Come on now. I know he doesn’t *really* know who I am. But my husband is well aware (always has been) that, given the chance, I may compromise our marriage vows for Bono. But it’s clearly not meant to be. My NYC apartment was ten blocks from his — never saw him. He was in my office building, on my floor — didn’t see him. We are apparently destined to remain star-crossed lovers forever, at least on my end.
- You talk a lot about your husband’s hoarding habits. Should we call in TLC to get him some kind of intervention? No, thanks. It’s an ongoing joke, rooted more in the projection of my Type A behavior than in his penchant for saving things. We have, shall we say, different priorities about what to keep and what to purge. He may or may not characterize it by saying that my things are allowed to stay while his must go. Details, details…
Anything else you need to know? Drop me a Fordevillegram anytime — and thanks for stopping by.
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