if i was mrs barlow i doubt very much i'd be on here. i'd be too busy shopping and getting in a babysitter and trying to get him to write a song about me, me, me.
he'd probably get tired of me screaming 'garyyyyyyy, i love you' every morning when i woke up wearing a take that t-shirt, or holding up a big sign declaring my love from outside the bedroom window.
the squealing every time he entered the room would probably be grounds for divorce.
okay, so now i am being unreasonable.