Clarify meaning of DH

In case you didn't catch it on an earlier post, DH is my Dear Husband. Although he is an excellent husband (as excellent as they get, anyway), and although I do love him desperately (you can check out all the wonderful things I have to say about him at my other blog, Home At Heart), for the purposes of this blog, Dear Husband is being used a bit facetiously. Why? Simply because he is the reason I am living in this mess...er, condition...er, state. Whatever. It's his fault that I live in a place that's hotter than the fires of hell, stinkier than a men's post-game locker room with backed up toilets, and filled with people who were never taught manners unless they were taught in French--and I don't really think that's what they are saying when they start speaking French under their breath. (Besides, the French are known for many things including fine food and wine, but manners is not one of them.)