“I cannot even believe that you just said that.” I said indignantly. Stunned silence and then, “Great, just great. That’s going to make the blog isn’t it?” “No, honey. It’s fine. I won’t put that up. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t say anything.” “Too late.” “Honey. I’m sorry. I promise, ok? But you have to admit, that’d be some funny shit. Tell me you wouldn’t laugh or say Poor son of a bitch.“ He gave me a “touché” smirk. A couple of days passed. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but it involved some serious antagonizing. “Going to put that on the blog?” He taunted. “No.” I said with the inflection and petulance of a 14 year old. “How about…