Tiff has been nauseus all day today. She went to sleep last night at 7pm (she didn't even stay up for the 2nd Simpsons episode!). She made it all the way to about 9pm tonight. I hope she is okay, but time will tell. She called her doctor who said that as long as she isn't spotting, everything should be okay. We will find out more on Tuesday evening.

That's pretty much all there is to tell right now. Nothing has really changed. So I figured that I'd tell another story.

Did you ever notice how, when someone is talking to you you can almost anticipate what they are going to say? Even stranger, do you find that you can not only anticipate, but you can think of a few replies to what is being said prior to it being said, depending upon what you think is going to be said?

The fact of the matter is that you think much faster than you speak. This is so you can think twice before speaking, a luxury most people don't take advantage of.

This is another story about not being able to say the right thing. The only thing is that it's quite the same as last night's story, but a different question was asked and a different answer was given. The reaction was exactly the same on both her part and mine, but the answer is one that will make you go, "D'oh!" Here we go:

Same scenario: I was trying to get to sleep, Tiff was talking.
Same topics: "What if I...?"
Same answers: "Yes", "I will", "Don't worry", and on and on.

Tiff then asks me, "What if you find a pretty little 20 year old girl and you leave me with the kids to go live with her?"

"I wouldn't do that," I said, "I'd take the kids with me."

Okay, I admit that it wasn't the most politic thing I could have said. It wasn't the most sensitive thing I could have said by a long shot. But then, I wasn't thinking. I was half asleep. She laughed about it, though...eventually.

Recently, I have made a concerted effort to stay awake longer at night so she can't trap me like that anymore. It has been a little easier with her going to bed so early. ;o)

Till next time,

-andy