Counseling.

There is a wedge in my relationship.

Huge.

(Can I just say I've been sitting here for about 30 minutes in front of the Top Chef reunion with those two sentences because I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tv long enough to form a full sentence)

Ok. Back to that wedge. I like to think that I have a good relationship. My husband and I mesh well, he makes me laugh, he's my best friend, we have fun.

But lo and behold there is that blasted wedge.

Steve Job's I'm looking at you.

Obviously the hubs isn't humping Steve Job's but he is having an illicit relationship with his I-phone. And I guess if I'm being honest mine is kinda like the kinky tennis instructor. In all seriousness, how do people stay married, date, or just freaking function with these damn things. I mean come on.

When I opened up the laptop to blog tonight it creaked and dust flew out, I mean who needs it with those electronic shots of heroin.

In order to save our marriage and my husbands other foot, we have elected a I-phone "time out" time each night. Or better "Put your f&^%$&g phone down time".

I think we might have a chance after all, I don't know though. Maybe I should put a call into Dr. Phil.