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Chapter One

My husband, Jim Mulvaney, dashing and handsome though he may be, is delusional about his appeal to the human race. Let me walk you inside his brain: It is a Saturday in America. Summer. Inside Mulvaney’s brain, it is always summer. No school, no shoes, no shirts. Not even his favorite shirts, plaid with coffee stains. On this sunlit day, men are mowing lawns, pitching baseballs to their sons, having sex with their wives. Suddenly, all these Viagra-free specimens, all these fathers of exclusively male children, have a single thought.

They all want to go to the movies.

And why is that?

The Jim Mulvaney Story.

“Mulvaney!” I say. “You have to be kidding.”

He isn’t.

“Their wives will love it, too,” he tells me.

His blue eyes flash like a smile; that is never a good sign. My middle-aged, long-term husband sti ... read full excerpt from Exclusive ebook