So the other day I was pumping gas…sounds like the intro to a bad joke, doesn’t it? But seriously, I was at the gas station the other day and got to thinking about how there is this little voice in the back of my head that always talks to me when I’m sniffing the gasoline fumes. Anybody else ever hear that same little voice? You know, the one who dares you to just drive off, tires squealing, the hose still dangling from the tank like in some bad Hollywood action flick. No?!? Damn, it really is only me.
I have to admit that sex has been on my mind quite a bit lately. (You may assume that is because the ladies and I have our “Honey I Shrunk My Libido” show tomorrow night and I’ve been writing and prepping for it. A safe assumption, but not wholly correct.) Actually, I’ve been thinking about actual infant gender. No, I’m not making any big announcement here. (Whew! My husband breathes again.) But my son’s preschool teacher will be on maternity leave in just a few short weeks and the other day I went shopping for a baby gift. Sigh. Newborn sized anything is just so stinkin’ cute!