Wow. We've just returned from the PCUG and (as you can imagine) we're dead tired. I won't be able to send out the issue until tomorrow afternoon, but until then – I wanted to add a clarification to the oh-so-controversial “cleaning” post.

It's not dysfunctional to complain. By the time we had to leave for Santa Rosa this evening, everything was fine. And yes, to address one particular comment – we do argue in front of our friends. It's very healthy, and it's very natural. I'm not going to air every bit of dirty laundry that we have (mostly because she finished it today). However, I don't think we're all that unique of a married couple – we disagree and argue and yell and scream and fight and live and breathe and poop and piss and moan and drink – in the limelight or otherwise. Now is the time where I gently remind the world of one very important fact:

I'M A F@@KING HUMAN.

That, and I'm not in the doghouse. The stress has been acknowledged, dealt with, and is now in our past. I'm not someone who likes holding onto my anger – and neither is Gretchen. Whatever she posts to her blog is nothing I haven't heard or seen before – unless its her dreams. I'm happy she's sharing those with everybody else because it spares me the agony of having to relive them in the early morning hours. Oh, come on. Like your significant other doesn't do something that annoys the hell out of you?! This is therapy, folks. But not for us – for YOU. That'll be $150.00. Please pay the receptionist on your way out.

In short, it's okay. Don't sweat it. Don't worry about the marriage. Don't forget your sense of humor. Don't stop posting comments. Don't stop thinking about tomorrow. Don't go changing to try to please me. Don't turn around, uh oh. Don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan?