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"You know," joked my husband Mark, "I think you ought to be paying me royalties. You wouldn't have anything to write about without me..."

"I know. It's true. That's the sad life of a codependent. My problem is being all wrapped up in your problems. But you haven't given me much to write about lately anyway."

"Well, do you want me to go out and do something addicty for you so you can write about it?"

"No, that's okay. Please don't. I have a lot of other things to write about."

"Yes, but no matter what you write about, I'm your inspiration. I'm your Muse. So, back to those royalties. What do you think Muses usually get?"

"They usually get beautiful works written in their honor. And I'm already doing that."

"Oh. Darn."

"It's okay. I don't really have any money anyway. Maybe after I sue Stephanie Meyer for stealing the story of our crazy early romance and turning it into a vampire novel, okay?"

"Fair enough."

"Just keep not doing anything addicty for me to write about in the meantime. Deal?"

"Deal."