NOT FOR LONG

THIS MORNING BJ AND I WOKE UP IN A HUFF.

HE WAS LATE FOR SOCCER PRACTICE.

OF COURSE THE ONE JOB DESIGNATED TO ME LAST NIGHT WAS TO SET THE ALARM. THAT'S WHY WHEN THE WORDS, "DANG IT ELLE!" RANG OUT LOUD THIS MORNING, I COULDN'T GET DEFENSIVE. MY METHOD OF COPING: STAYING OUT OF THE WAY. BJ BECOMES A FRENZIED CRAZY MAN WHEN HE IS LATE FOR SOCCER PRACTICE. DANG IT ELLE IS RIGHT. SORRY HONEY.

THE FRANTIC FEELINGS WILL BE GONE TONIGHT WHEN HE COMES ON HOME TO A LOVELY, ROUND-BELLIED WIFE, A BEAUTIFULLY CLEAN HOUSE, AND A HOME-COOKED MEAL. AH, IT'S GOOD TO BE A MAN.

 THE VIEW FROM UP HERE.

THAT DARK SPOT ON THE BOTTOM LEFT CORNER IS THE SHADOW OF MY HAND HOLDING THE CAMERA. WOOPS.