This little disclaimer is for anyone who is searching for this blog in order to read some "dirt" about yourself. You found me. Congratulations. You may read this all you want. You may not like what you read, but I don't give a damn. In fact, you may think some of what I've written is terrible, but it's honesty. (A new idea to you, I know.) And in all honesty, I am happy. I have a wonderful husband who I adore and who adores me, and a baby girl who is everything to me. I love them more than I could possibly say. I'll spell it out for you: I hate what you've done to me. I hate what you like to create in your head. I hate what you've done to the man I love. So now you don't have to read those things into anything I've written. You ruined [put any one of your own life circumstances here], not me. My man loves me. So sorry for you.
I just needed to get that off my chest, just in case.
As a side note, a friend DID ask me how my knee was doing post-pole mishap. Although I just went in to tuck Katie into bed and as I walking out, my knee cracked and the noise woke her up again. Now do you want to tell me that I'm not getting old? :)