LOL, at least lawyers and marriage counselors will get to cash in on the real estate bust.

“I’m leaving him,” she said. “He’s grouchy all the time. I want a guy who’s rich and cheerful all day and all night. Why should I have to suffer because his business is bad?”

“He’s your husband,” I said. “You have to stick by him.”

“Why? I want to laugh and have fun, and he’s in a bad mood for months on end. I didn’t make this mortgage mess, and I don’t see why I should have to suffer for it.”

“It won’t last,” I said. “It never does.”

She suddenly looked much more upbeat. “How long until the market turns around?” she asked expectantly.

“Maybe six years,” I said.

She looked staggered. “That’s it,” she sighed. “I want you to start looking for a rich husband for me who’s going to stay rich no matter what. Tell him I’ll be a really great wife.” (She has a killer sense of humor so I am praying she’s kidding.)