but till i do have time to make a real post, let me just say that i am very lucky to be with the wonder that is Boy. no, for real. this isn't sarcasm. i swear. he makes me blush and want to do all kinds of awfully wrong things. like make chicken pot pie and lemon bars (he loves lemon bars! send lemon bars!) and other assorted g rated activites. because, dad, i am totally g rated.
so even though i tell you i'm busy "working," i'm prolly just making pie and babies.
remember: the pie goes in the oven. terrible.