Conversations With My Husband

If you happened to be in the Salvation Army thrift store on 84th street in Omaha today and heard the following exchange-that was us.


Mr. Eat The Blog: You know, a factoid.
Me: Oh, you know that was coined by what's his face...
Mr Eat The Blog: Who?
Me: You know, the asshole writer...you know, the guy who shot his wife.
Mr. Eat The Blog: Burroughs?
Me: No, the other asshole...he just croaked...god, I can picture his big ugly head...
Mr. Eat The Blog: Oh, Mailer.