Jim rejects it all

Jim looked agast when I told him I'd started a blog. He insisted that I use an alias for each of us. So Jim is Mr. Man (or MM) . Bobby is Little Mister Man (LMM). Jon is Little Mister Baby Man (LMBM), and I, of course, would be Mrs. Sourpickle (Mrs. S). The real Mrs. Sourpickle was my imaginary friend who lived in the apartments on the way to the mall in my hometown. Jim was also very concerned that I would publish the ungarnished truth about our relationship. I told him I'd always use the parsley leaf of whimsy to cover up anything that might embarrass him.

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