Monday, October 7, 2002
Dear Diary:

The spousal unit doesn't read The Big Adventure, but because the URL has escaped out into this valley he hears about it anyhow.

I figured it would be a wise thing for me to 'fess up that I had mentioned our discussion of How To Officially Explain Death By Nookie.

He was not a happy camper. He reminded me that we have an agreement that I'm free to mention what I want about myself here but that I am to respect HIS privacy. As much as it pains me to admit it, he's right to ask that of me. It's only fair.

There was a pause while he thought over what we had said yesterday morning.

"Tell me you didn't mention the math part."

Uh oh.

He was steamed. He reminded me that almost everyone we know reads this. Then he remembered that our daughter reads this.

When he remembered THAT last factoid he almost went into convulsions.

I may have worn grooves in the kitchen floor from my groveling for forgiveness.

At the end of a long lecture about the need to respect personal privacy, I was instructed that should I ever write about him again that the words "wangitude", "prowess" and "stamina" must ALWAYS be included.

I think that means he finally saw the humour in it all and I'm forgiven.

As you can see, the point of his lecture has not been missed because, after all, I included The Officially Required Verbiage when discussing him.

Wangitude. Prowess. Stamina. I wonder what he'll think when our friends mention THAT, eh?

--Marn

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Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

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