"Prayer is not asking: it is the longing of the soul. It is the daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without heart." M.K. Ghandi
If she was the mailman's ...PHEW! I owe him a tip this yearfor taking some of the pressure of of me! (just kiiiiiiddddiiiinnngggggg). She's awesome. She'll catch her first fish when she's two...just blike the rest. But her PIVOTAL fish...the one that hooks HER? No tellin'. I know I'm hooked!
All 4 are redheads! Wife...blonde. Me...dirty blonde. Here's a littany of lovely responses to the inevitable "Where did they get the red hair?" when what I want to say is... "remember the peas and the fucking mice? Middle school genetics! I don't KNOW! Get a grant and do a research project if you're so bloody interested!"
No...that would be cruel, mean and really, really satisfying. Instead we have answers like...
"Their Dad...and I don't want to talk about it." "My pipes are rusty." "Irish plumber." "I'm actually shootin' blanks, but the sperm bank had a special on "Carrot-Top". "Stem cells. Got it in Germany."