If only I weren't so paranoid.

Then I would post something about my amazing husband who may have been a part of a major (and I mean fucking major) Taliban drug cache discovery. Fuck yeah, babe. He makes me proud every day. Whether he's home with me, picking his ass and drinking beer, or across the world fucking with the Taliban's primitive hijinks. Although, fucking with the Taliban is WAY more sexy... I'm just saying.

In other news: I changed the biggest shitty diaper I've ever seen in my life today. I can tell my son will grow up to be a very dedicated man because when he committed himself to shitting his pants this afternoon he more than exceeded my expectations of his capabilities. I had just picked him up and laid him on the changing table and as I peeled away layers of baby clothes I found myself wiping shit out of his armpits. I'm heroic too, right?

See? I should have been sleeping but instead I'm up and writing this shit... Goodnight.

H..h..hello?

Anybody here?

It's been a while. Life is crazy. Things are good. I miss this place, but I like sleeping more than I like blogging. Call me crazy.