Diagnosis PPR (Post-Post Regret)

Surely this is already an established diagnosis here in Blogtopia! You post something and then, for whatever reason, wake up regretting it? I would imagine there would be a lot of PPR among those that enjoy a cocktail (or 2 or 10) while typing. Or maybe a post gets published while in the heat of an argument, and once tempers cool, the regret begins to swell.

Well, I was not drunk or mad when I posted the tribute to my husband (and Mr. McCain), but boy, am I regretting it. Not because of any negativity among commentators. Everyone has been gracious, kind and even effusive. And that's exactly the problem. 

I think I may have gotten a little carried away. Yes, everything I wrote is indeed... true. He's a gifted doc with an amazing bedside manner. He is crazy about his kids... blah blah blah. But he also annoys the crap out of me sometimes (like now) and doesn't have the most consistent personal hygiene habits in the world. He confuses my birthday with our anniversary every single year (in his defense, they are only one day apart), and has given me presents for said events from the hospital gift shop, on more than one occasion. He's obsessed with Corvettes, and loves to "toot his own horn" about the laundry he does. He loads the dishwasher with the clear expectation that I fawn and offer thanks. He worries to the point of paranoia, and insists that there are people actively planning to murder our entire family.

So I have obviously typed myself into the proverbial corner. Who am I going to turn to when I want to bitch about Mr. Wonderful (like now)? I implore you to forget I ever brought up his many good points and focus only on the negative. Please? For me?