Oh, and I got something else to tell you. The hubs was watching Robbin Williams stand up comedy last night as I fell into Morpheus arms. I dozed away and later on (when the hubs left the room to go to the PC) I was waken up by the following sounds "yeah, yes, yes, F*me, f*me mr. cookie dough maaaaaaaaaaaaan (follow by heavy breathing) I kid you not. Apparently after a certain time Showtime (or was it HBO) has that certain amount of entertainment. Then I see our oldest pops by the door and says to me (all the while I'm pressing the remote buttons like a mad woman)
oldest: "Mom, I'm gonna close your door 'cause you seemed to be watching porn" and laughs.
Me: "Noooooooooo I am NOT!" press button, press button, curse.
Yeah, my life is a sitcom.
Over & out