Yup, I went there. The union with my Significant Otter is usually strictly off-limits as far as any autobiographical connotations, especially as a matter of practicality and preserving harmonious coexistence at the happy homestead. That being said, artists are supposed to draw what they know, and one theory about comedy is how the commonality of experience is always a rich vein to mine. Okay, it's cheaper than therapy, and if you haven't learned how to laugh at yourself, you're probably on your third or fourth marriage.
And boy is matrimony a never-ending source of inspiration. which is certainly reflected in the abundance of rom-com material out there, to the point of it being flogged to death as an eye-rolling trope. Still, the temptation to do my first-ever fart joke was as irresistible as an SBD.
Which brings us to our bonus double-header post this week: in the arena of the family kitchen all is fair in love & war. Or at least when it comes to long-simmering relationship issues that can be as deep and layered as any championship Alaskan cabbage. My advice is to always first clear the air between you.
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