The Billy Idol song is kind of a fluke. He quoted the words to the bridge of the song in one of his letters:

-To counteract the cheesiness of the last one, I'll give you this. Jeff and I are not very affectionate. We don't call each other "baby" or any other such pet name. We don't cuddle (that often). We hardly ever say "I love you," but we both know we do. We are both put off by gushy displays of affection, whether in public or on TV (movie, sitcom, soap, whatever). I think sometimes this confuses people, unless they've known us a while. They may think we don't like each other or something. We sometimes punch each other in the arm, pinch, or something like that. Kinda like kids on the playground, I guess. We do hold hands, or one of us puts their hand on the other's leg in public sometimes. Nothing too disgusting. I mean, in private in the bedroom is another story that I won't get into here.

Another thing that may lead to confusion is the fact that we each do our own thing apart from the other. I have friends and things I like to do that he doesn't and vice versa. Also, we do not track each other's movements like the CIA, as some couples do. I think that is more a sign of love and trust than to page your baby daddy every 15 minutes. I know that if he's late coming home from work, something came up. No big deal. And if I'm late coming home from a friend's house, he knows where I am. Also no big deal.

He has even told his friends that I am probably the least bitchy wife he knows of. Hmmm, is that a compliment? No, I'm not a dishrag. I just choose my battles wisely and feel no need to nag. I don't bitch if he is late from work, or if he wants to watch ESPN instead of the Discovery Channel. (That's why we have another TV.) The only family functions I make him go to are thanksgiving and christmas. I do not usually drag him to weddings or places he does not want to go. (Though, I did sort of coerce him into going to my boss' wedding.)

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On another note, Jeff seems to be out of his birthday funk. He said thinks it was one neighbor running the compressor until 2am, and the other neighbor blasting the stereo at 7am. So, he got off to a bad start.

He did perk up a bit Saturday night at Mellow Mushroom, and the Sunday morning "naked time" seemed to help, too.