Christmas is not the time for regrets. That's what anniversaries are for
you can stab me with knives, you can beat me with clubs, you can make me open my eyes when we're having sex but there's no way on earth you can make me get a second job
My kids may not be angels, but when they screw up, I don't blame TV. I put the blame squarely where it belongs, on their mother
Don't worry Peg, your time will come when they start couch pooling
