Something Wicked This Way Comes...
Jimbo. He's single, which means he is not as good as you or I. Since Matt and I are decent charitable people, we let Jimbo bask in the glow of our amaaaaazing relationship hoping the concept would somehow rub off and show Jimbo a better way to live.
Putting your lovable husbear on the spot is great fun! The look on Matt's face screams, "WHAT IS IT?! How long is he staying here?" The restraint shown by hubby any time Jimbo tried to jump on our bed or sing with corksoaking damaged vocals brought tears to my eyes. I really have an amaaaaazing husband!
The only way to cope and get through a Jimbo themed weekend is to EAT... LOTS! Not only have I gained 10 pounds stress eating, I am sure I have aged 7 full years.
But in the end, you realize how great your partner is for making the best of it. Matt got me to focus on how thankful Jimbo made us feel. We both realized if Jimbo was the ambassador of single people, then it was a skeery skeery world. We held each other tight grateful to have one another knowing we were living right. So, thank you Jimbo for confirming how truly awesome and amaaaaazing it is to not be single. :)