sabrinamari | The debacle of the UMDNJ article...

My beautiful man helped me make a jpeg and a pdf of this article, and then he gleefully pointed out that one of the other articles had gotten SIX PAGES of filler out of describing one doctor's day at the office, and that the magazine was clearly desperate to fill its pages. In a completely unselfconscious and innocent way, he crowed with delight at the ridiculousness of the whole magazine, blithely crushing my excitement in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, I know him to be a truly a suaaave and deboner guy, just the kind of sweet man who is likely to chat you up by telling you that you are "...the most beautiful girl on the whole street (depending on the street), or at least in the top three...".

Still, I was left so stunned and speechless by this completely unmalicious, unconscious blow to the gut that I began to laugh uncontrollably and eventually weep. Then I couldn't breathe, and it was difficult to choke out an explanation of exactly how awful it was to realize that my triumphant interview was basically a classic example of desperation filler. This was followed by Michael's own growing horror and remorse as he realized how he had unintentionally obliterated the best part of my day.

Poor honey. He tried to fix it all by saying that I could have probably gotten at least four pages if I had shown some cleavage. Then he stopped and said, "Wow, that was the worst thing I could possibly have said. I will be quiet now."

By this time I was laughing so hard I was choking for lack of air, shaking uncontrollably and I think my whole body had turned red.

I really needed it.

"I will always make you laugh," he said, when we had finally both calmed down and caught our breath, "...as long as you have a good sense of self."

Two-page interview in a glossy magazine: Pretty sweet.

Laughing so hard with your honey that you almost pee yourself: Priceless.