Sometimes knowing the right thing to say is tough. It's even tougher when you don't know what you're saying. Here's the situation:

A number of weeks ago, Tiff and I were in bed trying to get to sleep. Actually, I was trying to get to sleep. She was talking:

"Will you love me even when I'm old and wrinkly?"
"Will you love me if I become quadriplegic?"
"Will you love me if ...?"
You get the idea, I'm sure.

It was getting late, you see, and yours truly was very tired - having worked all day behind a desk, expending all of 14 whole calories - and I wasn't thinking clearly. I was falling asleep because a couple times Tiff had elbowed me in the chest and asked, quite offended, "Are you sleeping?"

"No, no I wasn't. I'm...awake...snoring..."

Then came THE question: "Baby? What if you decide that you want to leave me for a young, pretty girl?"
"I don't need a pretty girl," was my reply. As soon as I said it, just a microsecond before the elbow hit, my eyes shot open. My mind reeled, trying to recall what the HELL had I just said?!

Then the elbow hit, knocking the breath out of me and causing my eyes to cross.

Pajamas: $20
Goofy Slippers: $25
Comforter set: $60
The look on her face: Priceless.
There are some things money can't buy.

I started cracking up because her face was deep red. But here's the funny thing: she was laughing, too. She must have realized that I was half asleep and wasn't thinking and therefore it wasn't really fair to ask me a question like that when 9 out of 10 doctors would classify me as scientifically asleep.

I never was good at finding the right thing to say.

:o)

Well, that's all. nothing really new on the baby-front. I just wanted to post something tonight. Till next time,

-andy