Dear Valued Readers:

Please accept this letter as apology for my husband's ridiculous post. 

This is a topic that he has held near and dear to his heart, taking every chance to share his insights, regardless of my pleas not to.  In fact, I even threatened a break up of  this magnificent blogging duo if he were to so callously post it here—for I feel this is a much classier blog than that. 

I encouraged him to take it to his lesser site "Bleric" but obviously, as your wounded eyes sadly know, I was not successful.

Eric is determined to spread his philosophy worldwide, one turned stomach at a time.  You see, this isn't a new revelation that he's had, but one that's inception occurred about a year ago this time and has only picked up steam. 

Let me paint you a picture of the scene to help you understand it's importance in Eric's world.  

It's late at night.  We are in our room.  I am in bed, surrounded by a nest of pillows in complete misery, heavily pregnant with not one but two fetuses taking up every square inch of my abdomen, causing extreme discomfort. 

He is a little backed up, bemoaning the pain and bloatation, implying that I could not understand.

As I am trying to get my 1.5 hours of sleep in before I would be woken up by a compressed bladder, he is waking me up every 15 minutes or so to update me on his status, (a habit that can be backed by his overzealous twitter enthusiasm...).  When success was finally achieved, he did not wait to tell me, but rather woke me again with the proud proclamation of his "poo philosophy."  At this moment, prouder and more in love than I'd ever been, I screamed at him to shut up and let me sleep. 

Thus began his mission.

I don't know that a day has gone by without some discussion on the topic.  I would not be surprised to know that there is a book proposal in the works, for he truly believes that people are interested in his brand of insanity.

So, dear readers, take comfort in the fact that you are not alone in your disgust/irritation/disbelief/confusion of my beloved husband's insanity.  We, his family, having to deal with it on an hourly basis, are completely aware of it.  Sadly, it is this off beat "mindfield" of thoughts that we like about him—we just wish he would keep it closer to home.

Again, my sincerest apologies, and may the New Year bring you more class than this,

Betsey Matas