I woke up this morning very annoyed at Larry. I found him downstairs, sipping his coffee and reading the news, completely unaware of what he had done.
"Thanks!" I said. "Thanks a lot!"
"I just dreamed you went and married our neighbor Cassie."
I could tell from Larry's confused look that he really wanted to defend himself, but he wasn't sure why.
"And I was supposed to pretend that that was all right. Like, perfectly all right. Even though WE were still married."
"Um, this was just a dream, you know."
"I don't care. Then one of the OTHER neighbors suggested that I should get even by marrying Cassie's husband Tom."
"Did you?" asked Larry.
"Of course not! That would be weird! People would think we were all middle-aged swingers or something."
"Good thinking," said Larry, trying to return to his coffee.
"So, halfway through the dream, I finally realized that I didn't have to support you in this weird lifestyle choice of marrying someone else. Look what being married a quarter century has done to me - I feel obligated to back you up on EVERYTHING."
"Speaking of which," said Larry, "I'm moving everything from the laundry room this morning to make space for the washer/dryer delivery tomorrow. I'll just stick it all in the family room for now."
You know, maybe it WOULD be simpler if he just married someone else...