"I'm sorry you married a crazy person," I said to Husband as I kissed him goodnight last night. "That's OK," he replied. "I knew what I was getting myself into."

"I didn't mean crazy-fun. I meant having a life long struggle with depression. It's not like I brought that up on the first date. That would be seriously stupid."

"Actually, I think you might have."


Fortunately, my dating incompetence worked out in this situation. Yeesh.