ok, I've been thinking about sharing this for a few days. It's one of those ultimate irony stories. (Jules if my humor is going to get you through this may qualify) I'll speak in code so only the intelligent people understand (most of you have been in this sitch, trust me, if you've been in limbo land for long)

Ok, so the other night I'm in the self-serve lane in my bedroom(formerly "our" bedroom) easing my frustrations with the aid of a mechanical device. The next morning spouse looks at me in disgust and says "you woke me up...AGAIN! Can't you put a pillow over your face or something?" (she was also cranky because DD woke up crying and got us both up later that night) I just looked at her and let the following ideas flash through my head:
1) If you were helping me in this dept it wouldn't wake you up.
2) Do you really have the nerve to complain about me given your little shenanigans (she does! who am I kidding?)
3) If I were going to put a pillow over someones face it WOULD NOT be me. I don't need you planting any subliminal ideas for ways to vent my anger at you. Careful dear.

I said nothing but enjoyed all my ironic comebacks. ahhh the joy, the joy.

And yes Jules you can come take her any time!!! Take my spouse, please! Bring your boots and a shovel. If the shovel doesn't work in one dept we can always put it to use in another.I have had that same magic wand wish for others too. It proves we are empathetic creatures. Unlike our spice (plural of spouse)

off to play happy family now!


I have a shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.
Stubby