To my loving husband who mockingly pointed out my obvious misspelling in the last post, I retort with the authority of Mark Twain:

"I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way."

and Henry Louis Mencken:

"Correct spelling, indeed, is one of the arts that are far more esteemed by schoolma'ams than by practical men, neck-deep in the heat and agony of the world."

Thank you, I thinke I porved mi point.

A vision of thier future.

Elliot said today that when she is my age, or maybe just 5, she is going to marry Henry and sew all of his clothes.  His jackets and pants and zippies and underwear, everything.

As a mother I cringed (on the inside).  My children, married to each other, wearing awkward home-sewn clothes.  Great.

But I'd hate to be the one to crush her dreams...so I just let it roll.