Things my Lovie is not allowed to talk about when in bed with me

- Possible "theoretical" baseball-inspired commentary for any on-going bedroom action
- Piggy banks, savings accounts, CDs and IRA accounts
- Excel spread sheets

Things I am not allowed to talk about when in bed with my Lovie

- The grocery list
- What needs to be cleaned
- The dogs' digestion-related issues
- How sad I am that the blinds or vacuum is broken
- The fact that my Lovie is essentially dating his mother
- My calendar
- Information I need from for my calendar to be well kept
- My Lovie's brother's 4th of July plans
- My bad gas
- Possible ghosts

Things that could have happened to improve my day

- Minor trip to the emergency room
- The creation of an impassable traffic blockade that required I return to my home and bed
- The taking of a nap in an inappropriate social situation
- The removal of ears and therefore pain radiating from ears
- Loss of all appetite and therefore compulsion to try to sooth throat with food
- Miraculous and effortless achievement of all items on my "To Do" list
- 12 hour coma instead of 12 hour work day

Things I compulsively save:

- Fortunes from fortune cookies
- Funky bottle tops
- Scraps of unique paper
- Boxes, ribbons, fancy gift wrap
- Clothes I don't like and don't fit into, but haven't yet replaced
- Ticket stubs
- Photographs of all kinds
- Odd magazine clippings
- Jewelry I never ever wear

Reasons being home is FABULOUS:

• My comforter lives there. So does my bed.
• It's warm. And even if it isn't, I can make it that way.
• Saves on gas.
• Picking your nose and wedgies is a lot less awkward.
• Jammies - You know you want to wear them.