Monday 30 November 2015
I'm venturing a bit outside my comfort zone on this post, but it's for a very good reason: to honour a request by Mrs. Bastard. Now I'm by no means a "Yes, dear" kind of husband, but I do everything I can to make her happy, especially when her request makes my life just a bit easier in the process.
Last night Mrs. Bastard had an interesting proposal for me. Unfortunately it did not involve any adult fun-time activities, but it piqued my curiosity nonetheless:
"As a holiday present for your readers, why don't you ask them to ask me questions. Sort of an 'Ask Mrs. Bastard' kind of interview."
Hmm . . .
I had to admit I was intrigued by the idea. I seem to recall someone emailing me just such an idea some time ago, but I never mentioned it to her since I didn't think she would ever agree in a million years. But, as it seems to happen so often with her, I was wrong. Again.
Anyway, she's obviously up for it, so this is your chance, folks. Put your questions for Mrs. Bastard in the comment section before she changes her mind. They can be any question you like - questions about her, questions about me, how the hell she puts up with me, what makes her tick, what she sees in me, why she hasn't traded me in yet for a better model, etc. I solemnly swear (really) I will ask her each and every one. I do not guarantee, however, that I will post every response, and I can definitely guarantee that any questions she (or I) deems too personal will be ignored and/or deleted with alacrity and extreme prejudice.
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