Oh my. I didn't mean to make you CRY! But, sometimes a good cry is EXACTLY what a person needs, isn't it? I probably live too far away to give those kids of yours a good kick in the pants but if I lived closer . . . and you needed me to . . . I would.

"What about me?" . . . Exactly . . . .

And here's another one of my attempts to make you giggle, if even for a little bit . . . .

When I was in the hospital, not too awfully long ago . . . having one of my three foot surgeries . . . my husband was sitting across from me in one of those little rooms before they take you in. You know the kind, I'm sure. Well, anyways . . . after the nurse hooked me up to my IV . . . and my husband was sitting there in THE chair, across from my bedside . . . . I couldn't get my pillow behind my head propped up properly. He was just sitting there, watching me try to adjust it . . . just WATCHING . . . never even attempting to help until I asked him. Part of this, I realize, is a gender thing . . . but part of it, also, should be a "soulmate" thing, don't you think? Helping out, when you can, to help the other, without having them having to ask? That's what, at least I thought, was a two-way street; but, I've since learned that when the tables turn, if /when they do . . . I will be completely on my own. Honestly! A friggin fluffing of a pillow???? Really????

So, yeah . . . when the shoe is on the other foot . . . . let's just say we're "BAREFOOT".