Given the option during a college vacation at a friend's cabin, I pondered from an intellectual perspective who would have ended up with Frick or Frack. They were both gorgeous, both frat boys, both so full of red wet lips and wavey brown hair. Frick and Flack played off each other. They were both so beautiful, Frick and Frack.

No one would have known that if you end up with Frick you ended up with Frack. The apple never falls from the tree.

I had to admit to my husband today I have no regard for her. This is so awful. They are are associates, parnters, my god.

I've been experiencing and expressing to him for three years my pain about his ongoing choice to keep princess front and center.

Who was I kidding?

My god, I hate this.

Frick or Frack?