. . .some splaining to do

Last night The Captain and I had a fight.

Last night The Captain and I had a sort of fight.

Last night The Captain and I had a spat. 

Who is The Captain? Why did we have a spat? Funny you should ask because The Captain would like to not be blogged about. Last night I was talk to said Captain about a blogging friends and mentioned one girls husband and he said "You don't blog about me, do you?". Me, "Well occasionally you come up but I try not to say your name I call you husband, hubs, of DH (dear husband)". Oh boy that wasn't good enough. He must not be blogged about. We came to a compromise and from here on out my husband will now be referred to as The Captain. It appears he thinks one of his friends will stumble across my blog and know all his, uh how do I put this, man juice issues. Right, cause I am sure that his guy friends spend their time Googling infertility blogs. He won't even sign up for Face.book because he is so modest.

Maybe I should draw up a contract that would read:

This Contract is made and entered into by and between Jim, hereinafter referred to as "The Captain", and the below named blogger, hereinafter referred to as "Crazy Infertile".