I am diseased...

This Is No Joke! I was serving dinner last week and asked my seven year old, "Do you want your sauce on top or the side, Jacob?" There is something wrong with me. Seriously. But, let's just say I embrace this wrongness and use it to please you by writing too much and obsessing about these characters. That would make you happy, right? I thought so. I will continue to overlook my illness and my husband's worried face when I call our children names of fictional characters. And I'll do it for you (and me because I have to see how this story ends)! Oh dear! We are all diseased! Diseased I tell you!