So….Come Here Often?
Let’s just say that I’ll be glad when we can find someone else to do that dirty job. Mmmmm….Dirty Jobs……Have you ever seen that show? If you haven’t, you must and if you have, you know what I’m saying when I tell you that Mike Rowe can come over and clean my pipes any time. Sewage pipes, people! Come on… Get your minds out of the gutter.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband. I even love working with him – most of the time. He’s witty, charming, engaging, and one hell of a snappy dresser. But there’s just something utterly unsexy about having to preside over his schedule. It kind of takes the mystery away from the relationship – like the first time you see each other poop. So, I decided to take back the helm of this modest blog – if, for no other reason, to do something totally not related to him.
A girl needs her own life, you know. So, here I am, ready to entertain, ignite, console, and cajole all of you out there. I am searching for a new blog name because frankly, this one sucks. So, if anyone out there somehow accidentally stumbles on this because you were looking up sewage pipes on Google, send me an idea or two. I’m listening.