When Mark and I decided to “keep” his roommate, Kevin, people had lots of questions.  Like, are you crazy? Do you really want a roommate around to cramp your newlywed style?  What if you want to get it on in the kitchen like ALL NEWLYWEDS SHOULD? Are you going to have to cook for him, too?

My answers are as follows:  1) Umm, duh.  2) Kevin tours with Craig Morgan so he kind of makes our newlywed style.  3) We keep that stuff in the bedroom. Where it belongs.  4) I like Kevin.  Why would I cook for him?

I’m not going to lie.  I wondered if it was a good idea.  Would I want someone else in our love nest so soon?  Did we need time to be just a couple before we could handle the extra responsibility of a roomie?  Thankfully, I ignored my concerns and went on to make the best decision of my life.

This may come as a shocker but being married doesn’t mean I want to spend every evening hanging out with the hubby.  I love chilling out watching the PG episodes of Sex and the City on the “good” television. Alone.  Or cozying up to the laptop and stalking checking out what my friends are up to on Facebook without being interrupted for an impromptu lesson on piano chords that I don’t understand.  BECAUSE I DON”T PLAY THE PIANO.

As much as Mark wants to deny it, he likes being around people.  Said people are even better when they’re paying attention to him. 

Enter Kevin, the roommate.

Kevin and Mark get along fabulously.  They play video games every other night, smoke cigars on the deck, and since Kevin plays keyboard for Craig those two can talk about the tragedy of being forced to play in D minor until the cows come home.  Kevin is like a walking, talking My Buddy for Mark.  And it’s amazing.

Sure, sometimes I feel like I’m living in a fraternity house (without the nasty bathrooms), but I think that’s a small price to pay for freedom having some time to myself without having to leave the house.  More important than using a roomie to amuse my husband is the full realization that all of your social needs cannot, or should not, be satisfied by one person.  No matter your marital status.  This is a good and healthy thing, this “having  friends”.

You may consider this a “filler” post.  A post with little or no real “value”.  A “waste of time”.  Perhaps even marginally annoying due to the name dropping (“Craig who?”).  But I would argue that the true brilliance of this post is in the My Buddy reference.  Because who does that?  Artists do, Friend.  Artists do.