“Oh wow!  Hi keyboard!  Has it really been well over a month since the last time we met?   Yikes?  Do I still have readers?  Does anyone still care if I’m here?  Does it matter?  Ohhhh woes is me… the guilt of not posting….   Wait a minute!!  Who is the blog for anyway?  I write for me!  Don’t I?”

This is what I’m thinking as I open up my lap top.  Sometimes I think the invention of all the other gadgets in my life is causing my blogging life to disappear into the realm of too much global access.  When I started Mommy’s Joy, like all new bloggers, I had the good and bold intentions of writing everyday.  And I did for the most part.  I banged out ideas and stories and posted pictures and blogged till my little heart practically ran out of words.  Then I decided it was time to slow down. Take some time for myself since it seemed like my online personality was taking center stage to my daily life, and my daily life was constantly on hold.  And that’s not a lifestyle that can continue.  Especially with a two year old who has her own opinions about who’s time belongs to who and a husband who insists on wearing clean underwear. “No honey, I didn’t get the laundry done today.  But I did finally finish what I think will be the blog post of the century.  Wanna read it? No? Why not?  Because you’re lost in the sea of dust bunnies floating around the house?”   “EJ!!  Where are you child?  Oh! There you are!  Sorry, I lost you for a minute.  I guess its easy to do when you’re covered in so much dog hair from the couch.  You blend.”

And when you add in the all access inventions of the Iphone and the Ipad which should make blogging easier for most, I found myself lost in all the abilities afforded to me.   When the WordPress app came out the for the Iphone I thought that my days of hiding behind my computer and not getting a thing done were over with. I even posted about it.  I was so proud thinking that I would be able to finally post more since I could do it on the go!  So now where ever I went I could share it with you bing, bang, boom!  And I did.  More than you ever knew, I did.  I started so may new posts and exploited all the in car riding (while hubby drove of course. I promise I never wrote while driving.  Only in my head and I’ll get to that next.), standing in line, waiting at doctors offices, waiting here and there.  Daily life had now met my blogging life head on.  And then thats when daily life thumbed its nose at technology and took over.  Suddenly the periods of time I had to use were just not as long as I needed to actually FINISH a post.  And by the time I got home or to somewhere else where I had a few minutes to write, I was already mentally bogged down with so many other things I just couldn’t find the words.  So many of those posts went unfinished.

Another of my sad blogging woes is how many posts I write in my head.  I could have written the great American novel by now with all the creative thoughts that run through my head while I’m giving my daughter a bath, battling dirty socks into the washer, or changing poopy diapers.  But sadly, by the time I get time to sit down and put all those amazing thoughts into typed word the words have disappeared or have been forgotten.

So what do I do?  I’ve tried to set aside time everyday to sit down with my computer and write.  Write something.  Anything.  But I am not a creature of habit like most. If I say 9:00 will be my blogging time everyday, and that doesn’t happen everyday like clockwork, then I find myself drifting off to other endeavors.  Its also doesn’t help that I have a husband who’s schedule jumps all over the calendar and the clock randomly, so he may just decide he want’s to go do something during my precious blogging time.   So I blame it on him too.  Because I can. So there…

I know by now you all are pretty tired of hearing me whine and bitch about time and having none of it.  Most of you are all parents so I know you’re only rolling you eyes at me thinking buck up sista’.  It only gets worse from here.  So you tell me.  What do I do?  How do I find more time in my day? I only have one child right now. One very active, crazy, opinionated child.  But only one.   I can’t even imagine what it will be like when I have more kids.  So that’s what I want to know.  How in the world do you, parents of multiple children, keep on the blogging train?

And just so you know I’m not full of baloney about a crazy two year old here’s evidence.

Yes, she's sitting in her toy bucket. Yes, she's eating...in her toy bucket. Yes, she's scowling at me because I'm taking a picture of her eating in her toy bucket.

She brought me out of my shell and taught me how to live life to its fullest. She would tell me “just go with the flow boo boo.” when I would start worrying about silly things. And to this day I still say that to myself when I get too stressed out about things. She was a walking mellow mood. Nothing would get to her and make her unhappy. At least on the outside she was always shining.

On the inside she was a confused little girl. Trapped in her own life. From growing up under hostel circumstances. Surviving in house that was not a home with people who would rather use her then love her, her star still shined bright. From being battered by life and those who would take advantage of her giving she was still brighter then a thousand suns. She was her own universe with her own gravitational pull. She could draw you in with her smile and her generous heart. But like all other worldly suns her light, sadly, tragically, eventually burned out.

Her trusting soul, begging for love in too many dangerous places caught up to her. She was strong and powerful on the outside but at her core she was unstable and slowly drained of energy. Until one day her life and shine was extinguished in one quick explosion that has continued to rock the cores of so many souls who loved her and orbited around her.

Many of us, like kids often do when growing up, drifted away. Choosing a life less dramatic but always still there, close enough to feel her heat if she allowed us. But she never took advantage of the safety that we offered her. And too many of us never took her by the hand and tugged her in the right direction.

In hindsight could we have saved her from herself? I doubt it. I believe that some people are meant to only be a physical part of our world for the time it takes to make their impact and teach those who need teaching. Will I always wonder if I could have done more? Yes. Will I always regret not doing more? Yes. Will I let it eat me up inside? No. Because there will always be her beautiful voice in my head telling me to “Go with the flow boo boo.”

She was a bright shiny star that burned brightly for everyone to share. She allowed us to see the beauty of our surroundings. To open our hearts and take notice of the little things that matter. To open our arms and embrace life at its fullest. Her light is now dark but the memory of it and the warmth she shared with the world will linger forever.

This morning I talked to another old friend I grew up with. Like many of us over the years he had some questions about the questionable death of a person who was very dear to all of us all. She touched his soul too.

To start we went out for a nice breakfast where there was a play ground for my daughter to disappear into and we could sit in peace.  Then as we were leaving my daughter did the one thing I will never forget this Mother’s day. For the first time she looked at me, unprompted, and said “I uub uu”. (That’s I love you in 2 year old speak) KABOOM! Did you hear that? That was my heart exploding.

Then we headed home, to simply have my hubby turn around and leave again with daughter in tow, to give me some quiet alone time with Lifetime. Ya, I’ll admit it. When I’m feeling all gushy and woman like I tend to see whats happening on the ole’ Lifetime movie channel.  This is also where you can find me when I’m running a fever or have decided that I’m never shaving my legs and armpits again and the man in my life can suck it. There’s nothing like a happy ending to a cheesy murder or mismatched love to make a day either go by faster or slower depending on my mood at the moment.   But today was all gushy, balloons, and pink carnations… and love stories for Mom… Sigh.

After a nice afternoon on the couch I decided to open a bottle of wine, it was technically 5:00 somewhere, and pored myself a massive sized glass, or two… ah hem…or three.  I’m typically a 2 glass and then I’ll start giggling type of chick and I hate showing that giggle side of me.  Too many crazy things have happened in my life, (Dad, look away) some of them including water and nudity, when I have the giggles. But I figured the gravitational pull of my couch was enough to keep me planted and safe, even if I was snickering and snorting at every commercial like a banshie.

By dinner time, which I only halfway helped my husband cook, (somebody had to deal with the whole chicken otherwise it probably would have ended up breaded, fried, stuffed, sauteed, and undercooked.) I was in complete heaven.  Nice dinner, happy daughter (she spent the whole day with daddy which made her glow and will probably result in today being a special kind of hell as she won’t get to see him as much) , and a husband who even did dishes after dinner.  Ahhh.  The only thing missing was a bubble bath but by then I’d had enough to drink I probably would have drowned in the tub.

Today, instead of hung over, I’m feeling rather spry and happy.  And as I sit here writing this my husband is still crashed out asleep.  Poor guy. I think he had a long day. You see, I think Mother’s day isn’t only a day to celebrate moms but to really impress on those in your life that Mothers are a special blend of DNA that create an amazing person. We are genetically designed to be able to carry a multitude of duties throughout the day from scraping day old egg off plates that suddenly appear in the sink to battling unwilling and “OMG what is THAT?…..  Urp…Never mind” kind of stains in the laundry. Cleaning up puke, poop, and pee from everything hairy and hairless living under the roof and making sure everyone is happy and content and well napped even if it means avoiding sleep your self.  Protecting all the family members from themselves and those “Hay, look at me moments!”.  And magically making the boo boos from those moments disappear with a kiss. And don’t forget our ability to bend time and find several hours a day of extra day light for blowing bubbles outside, going down slides, or pushing swings. Making sure all the family members are well fed and the fridge won’t ever run out of milk and cheese. Cooking dinner. Ducking as dinner is shot at you, baby style, with fork sling shots.  Cleaning up the battle grounds after dinner. All to the tune of a small little kiss good night and the knowledge that we get to do it all over again the next day. And we go to bed with a satisfied sigh BECAUSE we do get to do it all again the next day. We are moms and we are multi-taskers. We were born to be torn in so many different directions we make Humpty Dumpty look like a chump. And we pull it all together everyday for the betterment of our families and those we love. And we carry with us the satisfaction that WE did that. I am MOM! Hear me ROAR!

It’s the hardest, dirtiest, smelliest, stickiest, selfless/selfish job on earth.  And I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

This website, and my sense of humor that you’ve gotten to know in it, is an extension of me.  It’s how I look at daily life. I have live a life like everyone else. Full of stress and unhappy moments that I could dwell on and, if I let them, could suck me down into a pit of despair.  But I try to find the humor in things.  Even the smallest things I can find some sort of snort-able character in.  My dad taught me this and I’ll never be more grateful for adopting another personality trait from a parent. And while this ability to find humor in all circumstances can get me in trouble at times, like laughing at funerals, I’ll stick to my guns that it’s the best way to view the world!  Sometimes I’ve been criticized for wearing rose colored glasses.  Well, to that I’ve always said its better to own a pair of rose colored sun glasses, and to know when to wear them, then to own a black umbrella to hide from that rain cloud that follows others around all day. I recommend that everyone should get a pair.

So, with out further blah, blah, blah… I had to pick three things off the top of my head… And that’s a hard thing to do with my sunny outlook… To ONLY pick three…

Obviously my darling daughter!
Everyday she makes me laugh. Even on the hardest of days she can do something silly or sweet that will make that hard outer crust I’ve worn all day crack. Some days she is the only reason I would get out bed. I lay there wondering what it would be like to just stay all warm and tucked in and not face the day and then she starts chattering and playing in her crib. I can hear her talking to herself in her nonsense vocabulary only understanding a word now and then. She will say Mommy or Dada and then “talk” to us for a while. In pretend conversations I imagine. Then during the day, usually when I’m upset she will come running up to me and wrap her little twig arms around my legs and squeeze. She’s so little but can squeeze so tight that she just squeezes the bad feelings right out. While I’d love to say that everyone needs one of these little creatures I would be lying, because I still feel that parents should be screened before being allowed to procreate, but maybe those who are having bad days could just borrow one of these wonder squeezers once in a while.

Thank Goddess for tennis balls!
If it wasn’t for these little fuzzy yellow balls I think I would be a homicidal maniac by now. With all the stresses of daily life, from the economy to finding time to go by bread, it’s nice to be able to go out and smack the crap out of a cute little fuzzy yellow tennis ball. (Ha! Aggressive much?) I love to be able to knock the cute right off that stinkin’ ball. Whacking it so hard the fuzz on the ball shears off and flies through the air. I love to smack it so hard it hits the fence on the other side of the court, sometimes sticking in between the chain links. And I love the feeling of release when I do that. Unfortunately this release of tension isn’t so great for playing actual tennis games because most of the time these fuzzy yellow balls, when hit with such force, won’t behave and land inside the lines, but sometimes we just need to hit outside the lines to feel better. I recommend it to all!

My cat.
She purrs. She snuggles. She demands attention. She gets annoyed when that attention is ignored. She ignores. She gets irritated. She finds happiness in puddles of sunshine on the floor. She makes me smile because she’s the furry four legged version of me.

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Now I know what they say about sweet revenge and that it will eat you up if you let it get out of hand, but in this case I wasn’t the one performing the revenge. I was just watching it happen and was given the opportunity to smile about it. That was enough to spread that warm gooey feeling all over that I’ve needed regarding this subject.

Is it killing you yet that I haven’t spilled the beans about whats so great?

I finally was able to see my new tennis team kick the butts of my old tennis team that screwed me over!  Now ain’t that grand?  Three cheers for me!

I know your thinking that being so happy over a WIN like this is almost insane and I’d have to agree. It also goes against every ounce of sportsmanship I have in my body to be that happy over their demise. However, on this particular occasion I think I’m entitled.  Simply put, this team put me through the ringer about a year ago.  They made me lose my temper.  They made me lose my determination to advance.  They made me lose a good friend.  They made me have to decide between bettering myself as a player at the risk of having to continue on in their unsportsmanlike ways or settling for being second best just so I could keep my dignity. I chose the higher road and settled for being second best so I could maintain the pride in myself that I worked hard to gain.  I decided at the time that no one, and no sport, is worth losing that. And thats where I drew the line.

At that point I did start looking at different avenues to achieve that upward climb and found that there were road blocks a mile high.  And in the world of woman’s tennis sometimes those walls are simply too high to climb without falling off and hurting yourself more. So my outlook was bleak. Then about a month ago an opportunity came up out of the blue.  A team that I thought was so far out of reach for me. A team that was on the top of the A list. A team that I’ve always admired and desired to be a part of but never dreamed possible. A team that to join it someone would practically have to die to create room. A team of winners! They came to me, little ole’ me, and asked if I would join them.  Just like that!

And just like that my first impression of the higher level tennis changed with renewed hope. It gave me hope that I could really be part of this. It gave me hope that I could finally draw on those dormant skills I’ve held back because they weren’t necessary and were rotting away at the lower level I was seemingly going to be swimming in forever. I would now get the opportunity to grow! To bloom! To prove that I’ve got what it takes to be at that higher level and to take my place next to those who have always felt better than me because of a number after their name.

I am now part of a team of woman that after which I’ve tried to model the other teams I’ve lead. They have been the trend setters in my mind when it came to sportsmanship, hard work, and determination to succeed.  And now I get to be a part of that. And with that comes the heavy duty to not let the feelings of sweet revenge take over my perception of things but to use that feeling as a jumping off point to give me strength and the desire to continue to grow.  And with hard work and determination I know I will.  Yes, I still did allow myself a few small giggles of glee when I saw my new team running over my past team like they were old tires!  It was, simply put, the icing on the cake!  And it made my year!

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The one topic I’ve sworn off on my website, and the one topic that I’ve even banned my hyper-conservative mother from commenting about (and your still banned on it in the future even though I’m breaking my own rules) is politics.  And, of course, thats the direction of my one lone comment.  YIPPY!

Daddy Forever writes:

“How about health care? Obama’s health plan seems to be a touchy subject for most people. And now thanks to Massachusetts, it looks like the plan will die.”

I asked for it and got it didn’t I?  ARRG!  Daddy Forever, I’ll get you for this one!!!  One day, one post, I’ll sneak up and give you an online wedgie so watch your backside mister!!  And please, all my other readers who chose to just blog stalk instead of asking me about my panties, please go visit his site! He’s got the cutest kids ever and he’s brave enough to put it all out there and challenge the ways of the mommy bloggers head on.  And that takes guts my friends!  I mean, he was brave enough to ask me about healthcare and risk my wrath wasn’t he?

I’ll have to admit to doing some pleading with the universe when I asked for ideas to please, please, please not let me wake up to anything with the name Obama in it.  Because then it would force me to either wuss out and not answer the question or face my worst fear, ok one of my worst fears, of voicing my opinion and opening myself and my website baby up to loads of scrutiny or hate mongers who can’t handle diverse opinions and feel the need to change my mind with every breath.  ***deep breath***   And that in a nutshell is why I avoid talk of politics.

And that is also why I’m adding this disclaimer to my answer since instead of wussing out I will be going ahead and giving my heartfelt opinion.  And, lucky you mom, I will also not wuss out by closing the comments on this page.  I will be welcoming your thoughts too (even you mom) as long as there is no name calling (mom), rabble rousing (mom), or conspiracy theorizing (mom).  With that being said I must also state that my opinion is my own, I’m entitled to it just as much as you are entitled to yours. I will have enough respect for you to not ask you to change your minds but I ask that you have respect for me, and the other commenters (if anyone else reads my site because I’m still questioning that due to the lack of perverts who missed their opportunity) to not try to change theirs.  That is all….

OH WAIT!  I guess I’d better answer the question too huh?

ARRG!

My thoughts on Obama’s heath care plan….

While I can see a giant need for changes in the way that health care is approached in the United States I don’t feel like it’s the responsibility of the government to FIX me.  It is not their job to teach me to not jump off a bridge nor is it their job to fix me once I do.  I feel it is the responsibility of the PERSON who is doing the jumping to pay to fix themselves AND the responsibility of the parental figures, or responsible person, in that persons life to teach them to have the common sense not to jump.  (Replace the idea of jumping off a bridge with all the other stupid things that people do to themselves wether its drugs, driving too fast on a slippery road, or getting bit by a rabid squirrel.)

Do I have thoughts on how to fix the healthcare system without taking the responsibility for MY health out of MY hands? YES!

Its starts with the individual American:

I feel as if the major population of the United States needs to get off their duffs and pick up the phone and start calling around to find the best deals at the doctors offices instead of depending on a simple co-pay.  You don’t buy a car without asking how much it will cost to insure it do you? (I.e., Hot little sports car = expensive to cover…. 4 door grandma sedan/boat= affordable car insurance.) So why head into a doctors office without knowing exactly what it will cost?

Then the doctors need to be accountable too:

With that being said the doctors office needs to stop overcharging the insurance companies for everything!  Just once, the next time your in your doctors office, ask what the “cash price” is for the service you’re getting and then look on your bill to see what they charged your insurance company.  I’ll bet in many cases you will find a massive markup.  Because you know that bandaid costs 100X as much because the check the insurance company will be sending is just that much more difficult for the doctors office to cash….once it gets there.

And that leads to the responsibility of the insurance companies:

Once the people start taking responsibility and the doctors offices stop taking advantage maybe the Insurance Companies will have the opportunities they need to choose to become more honest and reputable and will stop forcing the prices of health care coverages to sky rocket to the point where the responsible people in the Country can afford to be responsible.

It’s got to start somewhere and I truly think the responsibility for the changes we need to make lie in the individuals hands and not the government’s.  Once we take responsibility for ourselves and speak up and force the changes in the doctors offices and then the insurances companies then maybe we can all afford healthcare.

Does the government have a say in all of this? ABSOLUTELY!

But I think their say should NOT be when and where we as individuals are allowed health care but simply to monitor and make sure that the doctors offices and insurance companies are not trying to take advantage of the individual.

Can I back up my theory? YES!

Look in one direction folks! Look north!  Look at Canada!  I’ve NEVER heard a Canadian speak of how much they LOVE their healthcare system.  Sure they love the lack of the dent it puts in their wallets but just ask them how much they love it when they are waiting to be ALLOWED to see a doctor for their condition before it’s so bad they are screaming in pain.  Just try to pick up the phone and make a doctors appointment for something that isn’t deemed critical in the same week as the phone call.  I spoke to a man in Vancouver one day who couldn’t help but go on and on about how bad it sucked when he broke his leg.  He knew he had a broken leg.  He had already been to the ER and with X-rays in hand, a temporary splint on his leg, and a prescription to follow up with a doctor he had to wait 3 weeks to get an appointment because he wasn’t important enough.

Do we really want that kind of care in this country?  Sure it’s free.  Sure it looks nice on paper.  But when it comes to my healthcare I would much rather have the CHOICE of who I’d like to see, and when, versus being told I’m not sick enough to warrant a doctors visit.  And that in a nutshell is nationalized health care in my opinion.

Should everyone have the right to have AFFORDABLE healthcare?? YES!

But not at the expense of GOOD healthcare.

As for Massachusetts and the new twist in the political arena, I think it’s going to go a long way in helping keep our government honest and force them to look at different avenues to fix this countries healthcare system WITHOUT taking the responsibility out of the hands of the individual. But I also think they were playing with their own agenda in their own states politics.  And while what happens in Massachusetts may have an effect on my future I could really care less what is happing with their in own state political play pen.

And lastly… Obama.  And this IS where I wuss out folks!  I’m not willing to touch that subject with a 10 foot pole anymore than I would want to touch him with a 10 foot pole!

And that my friends is MY OPINON!

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**Also, I’m still open for suggestions and ideas.  Just no more politics!  I just blew my stack on this one!

I need inspiration people!  What would you like me to write about?  Give me some thoughts and stuff you might like my opinion about. Cuz while I don’t have the words to describe whats going on in my head, I’ve still got LOTS of opinions!!!  And I’d be more than happy to give them.  Just leave a comment and let me know what you want to pick my brain about.

Lets have some fun!  No topic is off limits just please keep your comments polite.  And if a “body part” must be mentioned please use common sense because, while I do like my share of …..ummm…. “body parts”, this is a mommy blog after all!

AAAANNNNDDDD……. GO!

Can you tell that after my Grinch post things just steadily got worse for the entire month of December?  Prepare yourselves while I break into a minor bitch session.

I’ve been having the worst non-stop case of allergies that I’ve ever had. Itchy, runny, red irritated nose. Burning, clogged up, itchy sinuses. Scratchy, itchy, ouchy throat. Burning, runny, and did I mention itchy eyes? Even my skin has been itchy. I’ve eaten enough allergy meds to dry up and elephants runny nose and it still won’t stop.  I think this is another “wonderful” change that happened post-baby, at least thats what I’m blaming it on, and something EJ will pay for when I get old and she has to take care of me.  Maybe left over kleenex in my pockets when she goes to do my laundry???  Hmm, I”ll have to debate that one.  And then because of my non stop dribble drip I ended up with a lovely chest infection.  Hacking and coughing my way into a wonderful case of Bronchitis that will not seem to cease entirely because of the slimy ooze still running into my lungs at night when I pretend to sleep. Nothing like coughing up a lung to start your day I always say!

And that was just the physical issues I’ve had.  Ice that snot cake with all off with a nasty case of “family gone crazy” of which is too fresh and too painful and would hurt too many others to share with the general world.  Sorry all, some things just need to remain private.  But let me just say our family dynamic changed this Christmas and will never be the same again. It has shaken us all to our roots and will effect our family forever. And that’s a shame.

And with that note I just told you about my entire holiday season! Yay!

Bring on the new year baby!

Actually it hasn’t been all bad.  My parents have been in town for a couple weeks enjoying EJ who has been enjoying all the attention from Grandma and Grandpa.  And that’s a blessing if I want to start counting them.  Oh! And my sister brought enough yummy chocolate brownies with her to keep even the worst chocoholics emotions at bay. And that’s no small feat with this set of genetics that have been rolling around my house all month.

And since one thing effects all things, all of this drama has made it impossible to write anything.  Truthfully I’ve bottled up all the emotion and I’m only letting it out in very small doses because if I let it out too fast it will overwhelm me.  And since I’ve either had a sticky kleenex in my hand or way too much upset going on in my head, a giant road block was tossed at my blog.  And that explains my disappearance and now my apologies. Everyday I would wake up and tell myself that I need to write something or at least post a picture of EJ doing something cute.  But the thought of looking at my computer for that long was almost painful.  And then I would start coughing and the thought would be shaken, literally, out of my head.  But then later in the day it would drift back in like a little snake winding it’s way through my brain.  I would feel like I was letting you all down, and worst of all, letting myself down.  Causing myself loads of unnecessary pressure on top of the pressurized glob (in my sinuses and in my emotions). That’s when, about mid December, I decided to stop fretting and just allow myself the time off I needed.  I did write a post explaining my disappearance but I never had the energy to finish it. Or maybe fate stepped in and stopped me because it knew the drama was just starting to unfold and it wouldn’t be finished ravaging my head for a while.  Who knows what possessed me to deny you all those thoughts.  But just making the attempt to explain it to myself took some of the pressure off me. Which was what I needed.

And now with 2010 firmly installed in my head…  I feel… better.  Less pressurized. I’ve always wanted to focus on quality on my website. Not quantity.  And that basic rule, while causing minor lapses in posting due to not having anything good to share, will always remain a priority.  Mix that in with a large dose of adorable in the form of pictures of my daughter and maybe a couple reviews and giveaways when I feel the product is worthy of my attention and, we folks, will have a functioning blog again.  Call it Mommy’s Joy 2.0.

Ok, lets not call it that.  Lets just call it a new start with a new mind set for this new year.  And that’s one hell of a resolution in my book. I’m saving losing 10 pounds for 2011.  Wouldn’t want to cause myself more stress right? I must go eat brownie now…..nom, nom, nom.

Looking into the future I know we will have that exact conversation.  Just please make sure we don’t have the following one too many times and we will become that little gray headed couple. I promise.

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