I'm Restricted

Last night, my wife called me into a room for a "private
conference." She doesn't like me sharing about our lives publically.

She's very private. At least, that's what she tells me. Yeah.
I'd agree. We've been married 20 years, so I probably know that. Anyway,
I know better than to expect her to change. I just didn't realize sharing info
about the family in a BLOG would bother her much.

I won't be sharing a whole lot more of family stuff. I guess I'll do
more work stuff.

Remember I mentioned Brittany is sewing? Well, last night, Bekah who
is 5 years old, came upstairs into the bonus room with this huge, gargantuan piece
of lime-green cloth and scissors. She starts cutting and humming a little tune
while she cuts.

Me and the boys, playing our video games, look down at her, sitting on the
flooor humming and cutting along, and freak. "Are you supposed to be cutting
that, Bekah?"


You sure?


Ben runs out of the room to check with the Overlord or the OIT to see if this
statement of cutting allowability is true.

Apparently, the voluminous lime-green cloth was deemed too ugly to use.
Hence, Bekah's humming and cutting. She had a terrific time.

What? I didn't say anything about my family, did I?