little bitty girl

Just was doing my daily reading of Dooce, and people if you don't already read this site, you really are missing out on one of the more enjoyable, unbelievable witty, stomach clenching funny, resoundingly real writing out there. Anyways, Heather is who truly inspired me to start writing this blog. (Sorry Michelle for not being your blog child. But you did help give one of the final kicks in the arse to get to it!!) Her entry today just really shows how Jon, her husband, is perhaps the only man who knows the meaning of true love. I asked Stef whether he had read the entry and whether he would do the same for me. He answered succintly, "Yes" and "I don't love you that much." HAH! He's been downgraded from Saint to Leprechaun.