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Dangerous Letters: Vol. 33

This week has been crazy.  First of all, I quit my job so I've been working twice as hard.  I know that makes no sense - welcome to the world of the obessive compulsive.  I basically tried to finish every single thing that I possibly could so that my about to be former coworkers would say nice things about me.  My husband thinks I'm crazy.  He's a smart man.

My husband had surgery on his elbow yesterday.  The surgery went fine but my mother came down the night before to stay with the kids and we stayed up talking.  Then we had to get up at 5:30 to get to the hospital by 6:15am.  This morning I was so tired I had a dream about sleeping. 

I spent today cleaning my work laptop up of all of the things I don't want my former employer to see.  It probably wouldn't be helpful if I worked my ass off all week to finish every single project and then my boss opened my laptop to find all of my blog posts about what an ASS I think he is.

I ALSO spent a large part of today trying to keep the kids from killing each other because my husband was sleeping and the kids were on vacation.

I love Veteran's Day - don't get me wrong - I think it's a very necessary and wonderful holiday.  However, I think that ON Veteran's Day, actual Veterans should have the choice of sending their kids to school so they can get some PEACE AND QUIET.  (This benefit should also apply to Veteran's wives.)

The comments this week were great.  Thank you. 

On the post, Coming to a Head:

Love it. Mine is a once-a-weeker, if I'm lucky. I was awoken to a hard one the other night....a few kisses on the neck, getting all hot, and then he rolls over and puts my hand down there. He claimed we'd go again. I naively believed him. It was so fast, slightly pathetic. Talk about needing training, maybe I can use that one on him to increase my. odds of more fun.

signed, Erin

Kit: Never believe ANYTHING they say at that point.

On the post, Sex Homework:

dang girl you are lucky! the kids were gone ALL DAY so hip hip horray! i wore a push up bra (for my non-large breasts, so sad) and a tight hip holder, butt lifter whateva, sexy light blue panties. and when i bent down to open the dishwasher, i knew he was staring at my butt, the words on my panties saying "Wanna Enter?" it must be no surprise that we had a ton of oh adult fun :D that day and it's all b/c of your idea! you rock my life Kit! p.s. how in the world do you not have a bazillon kids- constant birthcontrol? love ya~

signed, Ellie

Kit: HOORAY!

F- for me. UGH. I wore tights - Hubby's favorite! - and even went out of my way to wear white tights, based on a request he had made a year or so ago. I wore this sexy outfit with the tights to work, because I know that turns him on. And when we got home? Nothing. He "was too tired." FOR TIGHTS! I was beyond frustrated.

signed, Mrs MidAtlantic

Kit: Let's be clear, HE gets the F-.  You, my love, get an A for effort. 

On the post, I'm a Superstar:

Congratulations, I have a hard time writing about *whispers* the sex thing, so that would never happen to me. Lucky dog!  (I also just wrote writhing about instead of writing about, so maybe I could after all, hmm?)

signed, A Vapid Blond

Kit: Writhing is the first step.

On the post, The Art of Negotiation:

you have got to start practicing the BJ as a tease, a warm-up. I guarantee he won't complain.

signed, Andygirl

Kit: I TOTALLY do that!!  He says it doesn't count unless it's start to finish that way.  He's going to have to learn the "Art of Compromise."

On the post, Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately:

I'm doing the online dating thing now...and i have more guys than i know what to do with! and they're all amazing! I guess things have changed since the 90s :-P

yay for your last day of work!

signed, Shaina

Kit: Oh Shaina!  It was awful.  They matched me with a man who showed up to our first date wearing a black sweatshirt with DKNY across the front in Black lettering.  The sweatshirt was tucked into a pair of Black jeans.  He wore black high tops.  You might think that he was a fashion faux pas - but no - it was his work outfit.  He was a re-po man.

I feel for you on #7. I have two kids: the first can't sit still, can't do what she is told, and if we (especially dad) give her a hard time she stands her ground and snaps back. the 2 yo actually causes a lot more trouble and breaks more things, but if you tell him off he will give you his biggest eye fluttering smile and ask in the sweetest tone "I'm not supposed to put marker on the furniture?" and gets away with murder.

we keep reminding ourselves to go easier on #1 and harder on #2, but .... I guess we are just human too

signed, angelica

Kit: I end every day promising not to yell, scold, etc. as much the following day.  I'm comforted by the fact that my peers compliment my children on their behavior and that my children laugh at me when I threaten to spank them.  (Apparently their behavior is being corrected in a way that doesn't frighten them.)

On the post, Sexy:

I think confidence is sexy. (My phone just auto corrected that to sext. WFT ANDROID?!?!)
Also, a man that's not afraid to be vulnerable. Showing affection in public makes me weak in the knees. A hand on my back, or an arm around my shoulder.

Feck, good thing Im seeing the man friend today!

signed, Jen

Kit: Sounds like you have a horny Android!

I like the strong silent type.

That way he still leaves you guessing, and you have to work for it.

signed, Lindsay Ann

Kit: I EFFING HATE those guys.  Those guys TORTURED me in my 20s. UGH.

On the post, Happy Veteran's Day and THANK YOU:

You married a man in uniform? No wonder you have such a great sex life :)

signed, Paxochka

Kit: Go ARMY!

I'm glad my husband doesn't read your blog, because right now he's happy with "Thank you for your service take out pizza and beer". I'm way too exhausted (and pregnant) for "Thank you for your service sex".

signed, Suzanne

Kit: I spit my coke all over the keyboard when I read this.  Awesome.  Good luck with the baby!

On the post: G-SPOT, Evolution of a Lover:

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.Yes.Yes.YES.YES!

signed, Kim

Kit: I'm with you Kim.  There is so much possibility for it to be better and better and better that you can't throw up your hands and give up when you stop having 20 year old sex.  20 year old sex would kill you in your 40s.  Let it go.  40 year old sex is still pretty fun.

Tomorrow is my last day of work and then I will be officially unemployed for 72 hours.  #wineparty anyone?

Dangerous Letters, Vol. 31

GOOD NEWS!  It's National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) so I'll be posting all weekend.  Come keep me company.

And if you blog, join my NaBloPoMo group.

Also, I FINALLY got my act together and put the #wineparty t-shirts online.  I know they're a bit pricey - I'm sorry - but it's the easiest way to give you style, color and size options.   It's also fairly easy to customize it, so if you'd like to see a different design, please let me know.

This was a great week at Blogging Dangerously with the Progressive Post being one of the highlights.  I don't watch much tv - what with the 4 kids, full time job, blog and RAGING TWITTER ADDICTION - so the whole werewolf thing was sort of unexpected for me.  I liked it though - well, until the heroine was ripped to shreds I guess.  I like happy endings.  But then you probably knew that.

ANYWAY...

On the post, Neti Pot Hazard:

You should have spat in the beer.... for old times' sake.

signed, Paxochka

Kit: Can you use a pseudonym when you say things like that?  I want him to LOVE you.

On the post, The Crazy In My Head:

I've been there - that was me four months ago. It'll be over soon <3

signed, Ariana Richards

Kit: Thank you Ariana.  It's nice to know someone understands *glares across the room*

On the post, Overheard at My House:

Giving a blowjob doesn't HAVE to replace sex. Why don't you add it on as foreplay? That's what we do. FF doesn't have the patience for a blow job but give him a few minutes of oral pleasure and he's begging for the real thing. Why not give that a try?

signed, Saucy

Kit: Oh Saucy, what kind of a nymphomaniac do you think I am?  I DO THAT!  He says it doesn't count unless it's the grand finale!  Tell him he's wrong please!

Well, I got my first wax. I prepared myself for the horrors you described. Yes, it hurt. However, I think you picked the wrong place. When 75% of the things you described didn't happen I started asking about them. She said, "Yes, that happens sometimes. People have to learn to wax before they are good at waxing." I think you got a newbie. And the hubs reacted before he even saw the results.

I don't do full BJ, either. Haven't in a while. Surprised him one day and he followed me around for DAYS, and the house was spotless:)

signed, Tracy

Kit: Hm, clean house?  I could probably work up a hummer for a clean house. ;)

Also, the RESOUNDING comments are blow jobs are a warmup to the real thing. SORRY HONEY.

On the post, Writing Assignment Progressive Post:

The comments on this one were the following day's post (updated with the LATEST additions, so read it here.)

On the post, The Sunday Morning Funnies:

When I read your hot sex stories, I picture me and my husband, and then it makes me want to have sex with him. But that's usually when I'm at work and he's not there, and by the time I get home? The fantasy was good enough ;)

signed, Krista

Kit: Krista, this may be OBVIOUS, but you NEED to start reading my blog at night.

Oh dear, I hate to admit it, but I want to know why the pillow was on the floor.

Sounds like fun, regardless. =]

signed, Lindsay Ann

Kit: The pillow was on the floor because my husband has sensitive knees.

Thank you for reading.  See you at #wineparty tonight at 9pm Eastern. 

Coming this weekend: The Sex Homework Recap and the Debate on Blow Jobs Comes to a Head at my house.  The similar theme in both stories is that I never even got my boots off.

 

Dangerous Letters, Vol. 31

This week FLEW by and it's not just because I blew you all off on Monday.

But that helped.

Last Friday I flew to Austin for a long awaited weekend away.  Technically I went to Austin for Bloggy Boot Camp but boot camp is offered in multiple cities and one of my best friends lives in Austin - so it was an easy choice to visit her, meet her GORGEOUS baby and learn a TON about Search Engine Optimization at Bloggy Boot Camp (P.S. I'm doing it all wrong.  Thank you for finding me anyway!)

As many of you know I've been searching for a new job for the past three months.  Last week I received two offers.  Now, if I'd received EITHER offer I would have been thrilled, but receiving BOTH of them threw me into a tailspin.  How do you choose between two great choices?   On top of that, my company announced that they would be laying off 10-20% of my office tomorrow. 

Emotional Roller Coaster much?

Anyway, last Wednesday night I didn't sleep AT ALL.  Thursday I decided which job I would take and that night I slept like a baby - except for the fact that I had to get up EARLY to fly to Austin.

Except that I lied.  I flew to Memphis where I was SUPPOSED to wait for 45 minutes and then connect to Austin.  But my plane to Memphis got in late.  And the battery in my watch stopped.  And then my boss called to tell me "thank you for volunteering for the layoff but I can't make any changes at this point.  But, oh, if you want to quit, it will save someone else's job."

And then I called my husband to tell him that I wouldn't be getting the severance.  And then the VP of Sales at the company I ended up turning down beeped in and said, "So when are you going to start??" and I had to tell him that I had two offers and I was undecided.  And he put the hard press on me.  And then I FINALLY hung up, drained and exhausted.  I looked around and everyone was STILL sitting there and I thought - we should TOTALLY be boarding by now. WHAT is going on?

And then I realized that the gate area I was in was the gate area for 8 really SMALL gates and the 40 other people going to Austin had already boarded and flown away while I was ON THE FREAKING PHONE.

And then I called my husband and told him that I missed my plane BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT.

And then I started walking to the gate where the next flight to Austin would be departing - IN FIVE HOURS.

SWEET.

The new gate was FAR from the old gate and as I got closer and closer to the gate there was ABSOLUTELY no one else around.  I decided to go to the bathroom.  I walked in and it was totally empty except for a bag on the ground in one of the stalls.  And all I could think of was some CRAZY scary movie and - no lie - I took my cell phone out of my pocket and peed with it in my hand even though it wasn't on - just so I could dial 911 if a serial killer came through the door.

And then I put The Girl Who Played With Fire away and decided that I should maybe not finish it because I'm apparently going INSANE.

I had to buy a $30 cell phone charger because I had forgotten mine and could not survive 5 hours in an airport waiting area with a dead iphone and a book I'm no longer allowed to read. 

So I'm sitting there when a very nice man walks up and says, "Are you going to Austin?" and we proceed to talk and spend the next 5 hours together.  He even bought me dinner (THANKS TODD!)

THEN I realized I was going to miss my own #wineparty and SPECIAL #WINETASTING!  Argh! Then we flew to Austin and I had an amazing weekend with my friend, her husband, her baby and Bloggy Boot Camp (yes, I stayed anonymous.)

And then I came back and accepted the job at the one company, turned down the job at the other company (who said, "the door is always open" - they rock!) and then resigned today.

Such an emotional and crazy week.

Thank you to all of you who have been SO SUPPORTIVE during my angst-ridden and insecurity-laden job search.  Your encouragement meant the WORLD to me. 

Thank you to everyone who left comments this week.  I still haven't figured out how to comment on comments but some of them make me laugh out loud - typically at completely inappropriate times.

Speaking of comments:

On the post, Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately:

I laughed out loud at work about the boys' JUNK. And I'm devising a plan to kill my husbad with death by bacon. Thank you for the idea.

signed, Krista

Kit: Another thing to add to the list of what is AWESOME about Bacon - you can kill someone and TOTALLY make it look like love.

One thing that made me laugh yesterday: I was cooking supper while trying to supervise my 3yo decorating (not carving) a pumpkin. I always drain my ground hamburger meat when it's finished. Yesterday, I forgot to put the strainer in between the pan and the trash. Yep, I poured all my meat into the trash. Good times.

signed, Tracy

Kit: Don't beat yourself up about it, I have a number of guy friends who have put their meat into trash more times than I can count.

thanks for sharing these, they definitely made me laugh too.
I love your dinnertime routine, that sounds great!

signed, Lindsay Dianne

Kit: The routine is designed to get them talking.  I ask, "How was your day? What was  your favorite part? Were there any silly parts? Were there any bad parts?"  I hope that if there is something under the surface this will bring it out.

On the post, Luckily We Both Think I'm Funny:

SOO true. My husband will go around and gather up all the glasses and plates and spoons, and then set them on the counter over the dishwasher. I'm not sure he actually knows how to open the dishwasher, since those things are super complicated.

signed, Mrs. MidAtlantic

Kit: Worse? We don't wash the fancy knives in the dishwasher so my husband will leave them on the side of the sink.  A dishwasher at least has buttons - but he can't, APPARENTLY, figure out how to work a SPONGE.

On the post, The Difference Between Men and Women:

Our bathroom is attached to our bedroom too. Which can be entirely too much closeness for even the happiest of married couples! LOL

signed, Elizabeth Flora Ross

Kit: When my husband and I first lived together we lived in a 3 story brownstone with a bathroom on each floor and I could never understand why he went to the top floor (which was unused) to "READ."  Now I do and am thinking of installing a bathroom in the attic!

On the post, Sex Homework: The Hooker Edition:

I seriously never knew that some simple knee-high boots had such an effect on men. I've got a black pair in the back of my closet that I've never worn---thinking that's gonna have to change!

signed Kocinera

Kit: Add a mini-skirt without panties and you will NOT be able to get dinner on the table.

Okay kids, that's it.  There were some awesome comments this week that I haven't highlighted here because I pretty much haven't slept in a month and tonight's the night I'm catching up.  Because tomorrow's the night I'm catching up on #wineparty!  See you there.

Love,

Kit

Dangerous Letters, Vol. 30

30 weeks.  If I were pregnant I'd be pretty freaking miserable right now.

;)

I'm off to Texas this morning to visit a friend in Austin that I met in Boston.  She's amazing in a million different ways and I totally miss her.  She has a fabulous life in Austin with a great husband and a beautiful daughter and a powerful job and I'm happy she's found happiness but I still miss her.

But not tonight baby, not tonight!

There's a distinct possibility that I'll be wearing Cowboy boots when I get home.  I thought it was only fair to warn you.  We had considered going to LaZonaRosa cafe because of my infatuation with the Little Texas song "Amy's Back In Austin" but the lead singer of tonight's featured band was wearing a ball gag (doesn't that make it hard to sing?) and tomorrow's band sings about 'the death and decay of the human body' so we may just get BBQ instead.  Yum.

There were some hilarious comments this week: THANK YOU. 

Here they are...

On the post, The Crazy in My Head, the Lottery Edition:

I would just give it all to Tessa.

signed, Fred Miller

Kit: Is this the most romantic thing you've ever heard?

My husband plays that $2k a week for life thing and has it mapped out to the last penny. Which is cute since we'd spend it all on a house and buckets of glitter, damnit.

signed Ellie Lou

Kit: Glitter. FAB-U-LOUS

We play the lotto every now and then but not regularly. If we ever won, we would pay for a week-long Disney World vacation for all of our friends and family.

signed, Techydad

Kit: Hello FRIEND.

On the post, Writing Assignment: the First step is the hardest:

As he stumbled across the hall, he was amazed at his lack of grace. Jack knew he was a novice at this whole “ghost” thing, but the movies had given him the impression that he would have a bit more flow. Perhaps this would come with time – right now, he was struggling to remember why he had chosen to haunt Anna anyway. Crap.

signed, Tanniah

Kit: OMG, Hilarious and PERFECT for Halloween!

On the post, Devoir: A-:

snort. I'm reminded of a line from "Must Love Dogs" (remember that movie?): you can love your pets, just don't loooove your pets.

signed, Andygirl

Kit: At least don't love any pets with CLAWS.

Oh man... I needed this laugh. Of all the days to get bullied online, someone picked this day for me. Isn't today supposed to be a day to stand up against people like that? Whatever... I'm not going to indulge them.
Thank you for your blog in general. I haven't laughed this hard in a long time! (If your analytics are crazy, it's because I think I left your site up for a full day and a half and came back to read it every time I got a spare minute. I might have even had it open longer!)

signed, Nell

Kit: Sometimes I need these types of comments as much as you need the laugh.  Thank YOU.

On the post, I was so EFFING CLOSE!:

My son used to stand outside my daughter's bedroom door. He just stood there. He didn't make a scary face, or crouch menacingly, or anything that might be construed as scary. Nope -- he just stood there. And every single time he did it, when she came out of her room she saw him, screamed, and burst into tears. Funniest thing I've ever seen in my life.

signed, Liz in Virginia

Kit: This is totally me.  If I think someone is going to scare me and then they walk into the room totally normally I still jump and scream.  I hate being scared.  The only thing I hate more than being scared is being tickled.

Bwahahahahahahaha!! Poor babies. That is funny. I don't like to me scared. One time I was taking a shower and my 7 yo was laying in my bed watching TV. She had been running back and forth to talk to me. The last five minutes or so she had been quiet. It was heaven! I turned the water off, opened the shower curtain to grab my towel and there she was. My cute little 7 year old daughter just standing there staring at me. I screamed so loud my 12 yo son came running to my rescue. She thought it was hilarious.

signed, Chantel

Kit: Fuck!  You mean they're going to start scaring ME!  I may have miscalculated.

On the post, AAA:

I've been in need of emergency assistance. For months.

signed, alonewithcats

Kit: It's inexcusable that you dont have an assortment of vibrators.  Now I know what to get you for Christmas Channukah.

As always thank you EVERYONE who took the time to comment.  Have a great weekend!

Dangerous Letters, Vol. 29

My brother got married in San Francisco.  As part of their destination wedding they planned some activities for the guests who would be arriving early.  We went winetasting.  It was AWESOME.

One of the vineyards was small and beautiful and had the MOST amazing red wine.  It was a grape I'd never heard of, syrah-ish but not exactly.  I HAD to have more of it.

So I signed up for their wine club for a year.  $48/month got you two bottles of wine (1 white, 1 red) shipped from California to Massachusetts and couriered to my door because you couldn't, at that time, ship wine to Massachusetts.

Except it never came.  Finally I bumped into my brother's friend who had also signed up and he asked me if I liked it.  "CRAP!" I thought.  Then I called the winery and complained.  They promised to reship the wine.

THEN I found out that I was pregnant.  Then 4 months of wine arrived on my doorstep.  Then the courier found the ORIGINAL 4 months of wine that they had not delivered and 4 more months of wine arrived on my doorstep.  16 bottles of wine and me, 6 weeks pregnant. 

I worked from home then and my husband worked out of the house.  He would find the wine on the doorstep when he got home.  He would bring it in LAUGHING.  More wine he called every month for the next 8 months.  By the time I gave birth I had accumulated 32 bottles of wine. 

It was torture while it accumulated but it was fun making my way through it!

You can read all about my second foray into the wineclub arena at my other post today.  I have to tell you, opening your front door to find wine is better than Christmas.  (Luckily you can now ship wine to Mass.)

I hope to see you all tonight at #wineparty!  I can't wait.  It's been a LONG week.

Job update:  I've been told to expect an offer from Company A any moment.  I have a final interview with Company B on Tuesday.  My company is laying off 10-20% of my office a week from Friday.  I'm guessing next week will be longer than this week!

Your comments kept me going this week.  Lots of my favorite readers left comments and SO MANY new people.  This blog is so much fun for me.  Thank you guys!

Here goes:

On the post, Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately:

My husband has always cooked with our girls. One day he was making a pie of sorts and needed to tenderize the meat. He gave my eldest who was five at the time a rolling pin and told her to just beat it down.
My mother came in a short while later and asked what she had been doing that morning ... she announced I was helping Daddy beat his meat ...
lovely!

signed, By Word of Mouth

Kit:  That's hilarious.  My husband spit his pepsi all over the computer screen when he read this.

I, too, have a 3 year old daughter. While she is potty trained, she still has a few poop accidents. The other day I found her to be a little too quiet so I asked, "Do you have poop in your panties?" She replies without even turning around, "Well, there's SOMETHING rolling around in there." I suggest we check to which she says, "I think it's brown." Laughed until I cried.

signed, Tracy

Kit: I hope it WAS brown.  After soccer a couple of weeks ago my daughter and I went grocery shopping.  She persuaded me to buy her some Blue Gatorade.  My husband and I couldn't figure out what was making her poop neon green for the next 4 days.  Thank god I figured it out before my husband took her for a colonoscopy!

It's so great that you write these things down to remember how funny they can be! (and probably to keep you sane and read it when they're not being so funny!)
My son reached into my grandmother's shirt between her buttons yesterday and grabbed her boob. I didn't know whether to laugh or look away

signed, Krista

Kit: Poor grandma, that's probably the most action she's gotten in a long time!

On the post, G-Spot: The Shower Sex edition:

Trust me, even the smallest shower stall is big enough for two. My hubby and I got busy while in a cruise ship shower. Have you ever been in one of those? I swear it is literally the smallest shower in the world. My Christmas present last year was, no joke, a second showerhead in our shower. So we can both be warm. This year I'm thinking I need a waterproof pillow. For my knees.

signed, CShipe

Kit: All I remember about Cruise ship bathrooms is how they CLEARLY say that you need to close the lid before you flush and my brother and sister used to sit down and flush because it made them "feel funny."  I was too scared that my best bits would be sucked down the toilet and jettisoned like so much garbage!

On the post, A Few of my Favorite Things:

I would marry green tea, cookies 'n cream ice cream, and popcorn with nacho cheese. I'd be all polygamous a la Big Love. tiramisu would be my lesbian lover. Rosie the vibrator can come too. apparently I'm also a bit of a food slut.

signed Andygirl

Kit: LOVE tiramisu as the lesbian lover.  That's HOT.

One word: PIZZA.

You can do so much with it.

Love your blog (but who doesn't).

signed, Lindsay Ann

Kit: Thank you!  Also, I could eat pizza for every meal for a month and still be psyched to see it on the menu.  It also helps that it's one of the few meals that everyone in my family eats without fuss.  I don't know what I like more, the ease of preparation (phonecall) or the blessed SILENCE while we all eat.

On the post, The Bird:

Bwahaha I love the dragon slayer :)

signed, Paxochka

Kit: My dear @paxochka is referring to THIS post, #3.

On the post, Getting "Tucked":

ROTFLMAO!no more reading before having coffee in the morning,I thought this post was going to be about tummy tucks,you got me good here! :)

signed, Geekbabe

Kit: I should have done a better job explaining.  Before we had kids, when we had LOADS more time and my husband worked outside the home he had to get up early.  When he got out of bed he would straighten the puff on top of me by pulling it up in the air and letting it float back down.  I called that "getting tucked."  Now, when I'm exhausted, I think of crawling into bed with Carmen, having a couple fantastic shudders and then drifting off to sleep.  "Tucking is the endorphin filled icing on the cake that says, "Sleep well angel, somebody loves you."

He'll be fine. He'll sleep better at work, now.

signed, Fredwrite

Kit: My husband no longer works outside the home.  He is a stay-at-home-dad and his bosses, my daughters are slavedrivers.

On the post, Devoir:

I first learned about kegels when my boss needed to have his prostate removed, because apparently they really help speed the recovery from such surgery. So it sounds to me that you'll be in great shape if you ever need your prostate removed. Which is unlikely, seeing as you (probably) don't have one to begin with.

signed, Mrs MidAtlantic

Kit: I don't have a prostate - which is good because they get all janky and need to be removed and I have enough cancer-likely bits as it is.  Still, I've heard that prostates are VERY Carmen friendly.  At least that's what you'd think from the look on my husband's face when she comes around.

I'm so glad you have given me a forum in which to say...

"OHMYGOD the sex this pregnancy is AMAZING!!" I am an orgasm machine. It's like, "hey! Did you look at my boob? I think I'll cum then" up in here!

Kegels? Also good. But not THAT good.

signed, Miss Tricky

Kit: Thank you for reminding us that pregnancy hormones are not all bad.

I found your blog on clever girls and all I can say is Wow!

signed, Lameisha

Kit: I hope that's a good 'WOW!' and not a, "That girl is COMPLETELY FUCKED UP 'Wow!'"

On the post, Even the Heimlich Maneuver can Break a Rib:

Like your husband, I'm scared of choking. One time, we thought JSL was choking on something. He was sitting on the floor playing and then just staring forward, not breathing and starting to slump over. 911 was called and emergency services arrived. Poor NHL witnessed the whole thing from 3 feet away (and even started guiding the emergency guys to the house with shouts of "my brother's in here"). JSL went to the hospital where we discovered that he had had a febrial seizure. (We knew he wasn't choking by that point since he recovered without anything being removed from him.)

Unfortunately, a few weeks later, while at my brother-in-law's house, he was playing with me when he suddenly stopped reacting. I asked him if he was ok a few times and then shouted for my wife. As she and my sister-in-law came down, JSL started smiling. He was just acting to get a reaction from daddy! Boy, he's lucky he's so cute!!!

signed, Techydad

Kit: My oldest did something similar, he coughed and noticed that my husband and I both stopped what we were doing to look at him.  He kept coughing for the rest of the day and when we looked at him, he smiled.  He's 8 now and he's still an attention hound!

She'll be yelling YES like a kid who joined the army in no time. What with the SWAT response plan in your house and the apocalypse training... are you sure it's not the army?

signed, Paxochka

Kit: You're probably joking.  Haha, not funny.  My husband gets his craziness from his father who used to make them practice firedrills at home.  IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.  The first time my husband pulls a fire alarm at 3am he's getting a fire extinguisher off the side of the head.

Thank you to everyone who commented this week - including the people who shouted out comments realtime via Twitter.  The encouragement really does keep me going.  Thank you.

Hope to see you all tonight at wineparty.  I'll be the bra-less drunk girl on the pool table (again.)