I love Neil Gaiman. My ex introduced me to him (among other contemporary greats in literature ). Other than my children, it was the best gift he gave me. He was a huge fan. Anyway, my daughter was born in 2002, just after the release of Coraline. BECAUSE he was a fan, he had reserved my daughter an advance signed copy. He read it aloud to her as she nursed. She blames that for her twisted sense of humor (she’s rather dark), and you will never convince me otherwise.

Also, the ex is named Steve, and you can keep him. ☺

Also also, I’m a little bit in love with Mr. Death-defying Dimples up there. And I think what he’s got is transparency backed by an absence of self-consciousness. I think you think he has what you want, but really, he wants what he has.

And that is a very attractive quality because most people don’t want what they have; they are frantically searching for more. And better. And faster.

Also x 3, belly laughs are so great that even STORIES about belly laughs make us feel better.

So, there’s that.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.