When I read about wonderful people on the net doing wonderful things such as going to movies, having drinks with friends, traveling to Las Vegas, eating in a sushi restaurants, or God forbid, camping... I get all excited.

Oooooh, what a wonderful idea! I want to do that!

All we need is a baby-sitter.... blink blink.

blink.

blink.

Ah, crap. That's right, we don't have one. We don't have a babysitter and we don't have parents around to take the little tank off our hands for a night/weekend/afternoon.
And really? If we did? We don't exactly have the cash to go out and do anything with/to each other that we might as well do with/to each other right here (behind closed doors, with the stereo on, and the curtains drawn).

Because basically, us poor people can only afford to read books and have sex. Public libraries and bonking are both free. Of course, keeping overdue books and/or actually procreating another human being isn't all that free - but lets not dwell, shall we?

By the time Franklin is 5, D and I will either be really, really smart or live in a shoe with a hell of a lot of kids. Maybe both.

A long time ago, a very good friend of mine once told me that only stupid people breed. I'm here to tell you, this is not necessarily true. IUD's slip out and I tell ya, other forms of birth control aren't always cheap. If you think about it, those rich people over there? Watching the reality TV? They could actually be be breeding as well. They're just choosing to become stupid. Unless you're going to try and tell me that only poor people are stupid...

Okay, I just read over what I just wrote and it's incredibly insane.
I apologize.

My point? That I made moussaka and we all trucked over to friend of ours and looked at their pictures of India. They just got back. The pictures are amazing.

I feel like I may have at least some semblance of a social life. We may have had to leave at 8:30 to get Franklin to bed before he turned as crazy as his mother, but we went out. The three of us were in the car after dark.

There were times when D and I were even sitting on the couch together, drinking wine! We were stationary!

I am so excited by the whole experience, I knew had to come home and tell all of you. Basically, you are my other/alternate/dependable social life.

You aren't mad are you, Internet?