An Apology

Dear Readers,

We're sorry.

Really, we are. We didn't abandon you. In fact, nearly daily Debbie and I would chat about how we "Really need to write" but you see, it was nearly impossibly and here is why:

We confessed. We told our husbands about Ugh. and all of a sudden, it lost its luster. It was like we finally confessed to them that we had been sleeping with the pool boy and all they said was "hey, that's pretty cool." It didn't feel dirty anymore, and so we just kind of retreated. It's like... what fun is naughty underwear if all your husband really prefers is Hanes cotton with a high waist?

Murderous rage took over. Shortly after confessing to our husbands a funny thing happened: we wanted to kill them (Dear FBI/law enforcement - this is a joke. Please don't arrest us. Our husbands are finneeee). Everything that Clark and Hans did reinforced the belief that all women should move to a deserted island and men should only be imported once a year for breeding purposes only. It went like this: Husband did something stupid, wife threatened his balls, husband did another stupid thing, wife threatened divorce, husband chuckled and walked away to play video games. For both of us. You'd think that this would have given us some great fodder for posts, but in fact, we were so enraged that we couldn't write for fear that if we wrote, each post would look something like this: thatfuckingdouchebagbetterwatchhisballstonight.

We moved/Celebrated birthdays. Clark and I moved. That was a project. Debbie and Hans celebrated Gigi's first birthday, which was also a project (maybe Debbie can share the cupcake story, eh?). We were busy. You were forgotten.

We decided not to kill our husbands. Debbie and Hans got a professional organizer who has dramatically changed their life together. Clark and I are getting on just swimmingly in our new home. Again, nothing to really post about because they'd all go something like this: Husband took the garbage out, I made dinner, the end.

So... here we are. Back. Hoping that you may forgive us, and hoping our loving, charming, sweet husbands may give us some good ammunition this holiday season to use against them and entertain you all. :)

Much love,
xoxo,
Nanc and Deb