total bitch

In my earlier post about my weekend in the mountains with Belinda and her family, Belinda felt that what I wrote made her sound like a total bitch. Well, that's not exactly what she said, she said it was, "a bit harsh."

Make no mistake, dear reader; Belinda is wonderful, even if, occasionally, she really pisses me off (thus providing me with 95% of the fodder for my grumpy diatribes). Belinda is everything to me: the love of my life, my one and true faithful reader, even my editor-in-chief when I feel like I might be writing total crap.

When I first started writing this blog, I made a conscious decision to not write about what happened between Belinda and I. I was certain that it would be, at best, a big test of our relationship. At worst, it would be a huge mistake that I may regret for eons to come. I mean think about it, putting your relationship's dirty laundry out on the internet for anyone to read, even the person that makes you grumpy!? It's a surefire formula for having your life blow up in your face.

Then sometime around this post I got brave and decided to write about Belinda. I knew she would read it, but I wasn't sure how she'd react. Read it she did. About 10 minutes after the post went up, I got an email saying, "Should I take this as a hint?" Yeowch! I knew I was in for it when I got home that night. Trying to cut my losses, the instant I walked in the door, I apologized (groveled) and offered to take the post down. Then Belinda did an awesome thing (she is always doing awesome things) and said, "No, don't delete it, I enjoyed it. It was funny!"

So, please keep in mind, this is the grumpy blog, not the taking-long-fucking-walks-on-the-beach-at-sunset blog for chrissake. Belinda rocks, I'm just not going to write about it...