Bless Your Heart

Retraction



I married a hottie. My husband Jon is a long, tall drink of water. He is (and I totally mean this) the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. That includes movies, all people past and present and future, and it also includes a certain electrician who’s name sounds like Parky and who has a role on a certain tv show. A person who I will never speak of on this blog again because as my devestatingly gorgeous spouse said to me this evening (after he spent some time on the internet this afternoon while I was at work- damn cable modem!) it is the world wide web and if I have such a crush then maybe I should just move to New York and marry said electrician who’s name sounds like Parky. And no, I’m not writing something I don’t mean. I really do want to stay here, married to you dear (tad bit irrationally jealous) boy, because I am madly in love with you, instead of moving to New York and marrying Parky. And note to self: while staying here being married to Jon, must remember to leave long honey do list and unplug computer before going to work.