And it is this very moment that I realize the origin or the phrase "hooked" up.
And alright, I'll give you my five minutes on "Standing By Your Man" even though it's SOOO five minutes ago to talk about.
FIVE MINUTES ON STANDING BY YOUR MAN: or why I think that women who are married to politicians need to let go of their husbands balls and instead grow some of their own: or what I would do if Husband cheated on me with a high (ahem over) priced hooker and then asked me to stand by his side when he told everybody about it (I'd make a statement of my own, probably starting with "well now he's gonna be on a pretty short leesh isn't he.").
What I wish would happen:
Once you get out of the super shocked phase, sit down and begin your memoir (they pay big). Let the guy know he gets no veto power, no say, no decision, and he just gets to sit back and watch you rake in the moolah when you write all about how he liked to dress up in little munchkin clothes and be spanked by Dorothy. And then use your "Get some dick free card"...
OR
Call your own press conference, have him stand there with some sad look on his face, tell everyone you've decided that you're running for Governor as you were basically Governor in the first place since your husband was busy playing Governor with his high class escort. Then you serve him with divorce papers...
OR
Go on Oprah.
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