Is there ever a good title to my posts?

In visiting blogs, I have noticed a recurring theme. Now remember what I said about me being romantically deficient.

I was checking out some new (to me) blogs and one thing I always notice on profiles is "...and I am married to the most wonderful, loving, bestest, caring, handsomest, wonderfulest hardest workingest husband in the whole entire world [insert princess giggle here]!".

Wouldn't it be great to see someones profile say"...and I am married to the complete scum of the earth. He pretty much lays around all day. And eats. Yeah, he eats."

No. I know it wouldn't really be funny. In theory it seems to work. But really it would be sad.

Chicky watch is going well. We call her/him (?) Butter ball. Looks like a little ball of butter. I got a picture but it's not very good. I didn't want to turn on the flash and blind it.

Schyler gets her tonsils out in two weeks. She is thrilled. I am probably going to have to invest in tons of therapy because she's going to be one of those people that fake illness for attention.

We couldn't go to church last night because I had to take my car in to have it serviced. Turns out there was something dead in it. Nice. That would explain the stench, though.

Well, I've got to go get ready for work. I thought about calling Amber and telling her I couldn't come in since we just had a baby. Could work, you never know.