My Love just returned from the annual company physical (perk of being a Globetrotting Executive Goddess), and the news is good.
Even though I – he of imagined heart attacks and actual panic attacks - still hold the family record on that sexist stress test), she is perfectly healthy and able to continue to support me in the manner in which I am accustomed.
Two bloody knees and a sore wrist.
So, friends, while I attend to her every need (her need, not mine, gutter-dwellers) (but I appreciate your rooting for me), here are few oddly appropriate items I wrote elsewhere this week for your enjoyment:
- I expound on the ups and downs of at-home dadness over at DiPaola Momma’s Chicken Nuggets of Wisdom
- My short story at Polite Fictions dispels the common belief that airports are hell.
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