When I wrote my latest book—detailing a few of the many, many ways our otherwise lovable husbands drive us apeshit crazy—naturally I hoped it would resonate with people. What I didn’t expect was to be accused of polygamy.
“Wait a minute. Are you married to my husband, too?” demanded one gal who saw the video trailer for If It Was Easy They’d Call the Whole Damn Thing a Honeymoon: Living with and Loving the TV-Addicted, Sex-Obsessed, Not-So-Handy Man You Married. Soon afterward, similar notes of support and commiseration began to pour in.