I'm going to go ahead and tell you that my completely mature husband did not send the following email this past week:
He doesn't EVER watch Jon and Kate Plus 8 with me, so of course he had no idea that the phrase "pooper weiner" was coined by a certain Joel Gosselin a couple of weeks ago. Because he didn't know that, he has not been calling me that precious name ever since.
My first thought after seeing this email certainly was not "hey, how about I save a screen shot of it so I can show the rest of the free world?"
I'm not that blog obsessed.
Let's go on to how in shape I am. After literally not working out for 2 months, I did not attempt to do every ab and leg exercise the Wii Fit has to offer twice in one night last week.
I did not wake up the next day convinced I was about to die.
As I write this, I am not still feeling the effects of an ill-advised workout session. And I most definitely have not eaten every unhealthy food in sight (I'm talking buffalo wings, fast food, and a substantial amount of ice cream) since then, thinking that might just make me feel better.
Because, you know, that would completely cancel out any good I might have done myself for going through that torture.
Thanks for allowing me to, once again, show you how normal we really are!