So, you married a slob. The man who once whispered sweet nothings in the shell of your ear now leaves stinky whizzes on the seat of your toilet. Leisurely Sunday morning brunches have turned into post-Saturday belch-fests. And you -- much to your horror -- have discovered what "skidmarks" are all about.

Murder is messy. Divorce is expensive. And, let's face it, you love the big lug (but not his messes, farts, filth, clutter or never-ending interruptions when you're playing Sims).

What happened? How do you fix it? Most of all -- because you aren't about to admit that Mom was better at all of this than you are -- how do you juggle it all.

Relax, girlfriends (and anti-vaginarian perpetual bachelors). I've got you covered.

Yes, you should read this entry. And, meanwhile, do yourself a favor and bookmark IThinkThereforeIBlog.com. I'll crack you up... if your sloppy Significant Other hasn't done so already.