Seriously...

I should not post after only 3 hours of sleep. Although, my husband thought my second post from Saturday was amusing. Then again, my husband only really finds me funny when I'm dragging my butt across the floor imitating the dog on the latest Stanley Steamer commercial; given his brand of humor, maybe I don't want to make him laugh! I will say, too, that I was reading the post to my husband aloud (Robert doesn't like to read anything other than cookbooks or hunting and fishing magazines but he likes to be read to) and my 9-year-old was standing over my shoulder. I changed "damn" to "darn" but I couldn't think of a ready substitution for "bastard." I know, soon enough he will know all those words and will no doubt be saying them, but still. I'm not ready for him to lose his innocence. Perhaps even more, I'm not ready for him to lose his image of his mother. It's nice to have someone thinking that I'm practically perfect in every way!