Turn on your sarcasm receptors...
I am proud (gulp) husband of a DIS addict. My wife has spent many, many hours cruising the DIS boards in prep for our next trip (Jan. 28, 2007 at Poly Conceirge). In fact sometimes I come home to find her glaze eyed, shuffling around the house in her Crocs, clicking an imaginary mouse button, mumbling about Lime green heads, codes, trying to poke out her own eyes and then poking at mine.
My question is: Has any other husband found a successful way to detox your loved one from this addictive phenomenon? Is my family doomed to life with a shell of a woman? CAN THE MOUSE BE BEATEN? I WANT MY WIFE BACK!!!!!!!!
Let me know if anyone else has had any luck ... We are getting desperate
I am proud (gulp) husband of a DIS addict. My wife has spent many, many hours cruising the DIS boards in prep for our next trip (Jan. 28, 2007 at Poly Conceirge). In fact sometimes I come home to find her glaze eyed, shuffling around the house in her Crocs, clicking an imaginary mouse button, mumbling about Lime green heads, codes, trying to poke out her own eyes and then poking at mine.
My question is: Has any other husband found a successful way to detox your loved one from this addictive phenomenon? Is my family doomed to life with a shell of a woman? CAN THE MOUSE BE BEATEN? I WANT MY WIFE BACK!!!!!!!!
Let me know if anyone else has had any luck ... We are getting desperate