So this whole posting addiction has gotten me thinking (a rarity, as I had forgotten I had an actual identity, or even existence, outside of my tiny tornadoes). So I asked my husband what he thought of my little confessions. Here was his fumbling response. “Well…I have a theory. The funniest people are never really attractive or cool at all. I don’t really think you CAN have it all together and be funny. For example the perfect mom could never make people laugh about parenting. So…(awkward pause, as he realizes what he actually just said out loud).” How does one dig themselves out of that one? “Well…you are really good at being self-deprecating. I guess that’s always worked for you.” Oh yeah ladies! That’s right! He is ALL mine.

Now please know that my husband is essentially the sweetest man I know, and never intends to lunge these daggers into my heart, crushing my spirit and soul. I mean, in all seriousness, I really did hit the jackpot. We are totally that couple that you meet and you whisper to your friends, “How the heck did she land that guy?” I absolutely married up. However, he was gifted with the same innate ability to strategically put his foot in his mouth, that I have also perfected. In other words, you should see the gene pool that we have passed on to our poor children. We pray for a mute button daily, and so should you. Here’s to the romance (and reality) of marriage and family!

Now I better get to bed so I can think of something self-deprecating, and possibly somewhat humorous by tomorrow. Lucky for you, I have had a lifetime of experience perfecting being both uncool and unattractive, so we may just end up with some useable material. This is not a pity-party. Just a statement of fact. Re-read Posts 1-10 for evidence of lack of hygiene or appropriate apparel, for confirmation. I may not even shower tonight, just to help add that extra little hint of funny.