As you can see, I spend a lot of my time talking about how Clark drives me crazy, makes me want to move to a deserted island, pluck my eyelashes out and/or stick my ears in a blender. Maybe this is a bit extreme, but it's true... that's what I do. That's why this blog was created, to provide an outlet for wives to vent their feelings of frustration but also their feelings of happiness, appreciation and respect.
Clark is, quite possibly, the most patient man I know. He tolerates my neuroses, which range from folding towels the correct way to feeding the dog at the right time to putting the milk in the correct place in the fridge to turning the TV to the right channel before turning it off. He listens to me complain about people, places, money, cars, clothes, food, exercise, pets... the list goes on and on. Regardless, he rarely - if ever - wavers. He handles me with a level of grace that would put the Queen to shame, and would probably make her quite jealous to boot.
Anyway, the purpose of this is to avoid the fury that could potentially spring from Clark at any moment say: thank you Clark! You have managed to turn a clinically insane woman into a somewhat tolerable member of society, and proved I was worth marrying as well. If you're reading this which I'm sure you're not, because you're probably playing that stupid Farmville, thanks for putting the towels back and emptying the dishwasher tonight. And for not making me sleep on the couch when I stole your covers. And for taking Sassy out when she barks in the middle of the night. And also for being you. I kind of like you.
Love,
Nanc
PS - I think it's your turn to scoop the litter box.
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