I've decided that if I ever wrote a book it would be called, ...And Then I Farted. Classy, right? It's just I embarrass myself on a daily basis, and a lot of times it's because I've passed gas in a public place... around human beings...who can smell...and have the power of deduction. However, I've recently come up with a title for a book I would write about you and me (and these last two months, during which I've become an expert in interpreting whining and writhing). This book would be entitled Mom for Sale. I envision a picture of me sitting on a curb with a For Sale sign around my neck with you standing next to me. These past two months have been a journey in discipline, laughter and patience.