Last night when I came home there was a box on my front porch. I brought it inside and didn't think much of it while I was cooking dinner, checking homework, doing laundry, and the seven hundred other things I do during the hours of 6pm-10pm.
When things calmed down a bit and "Deal or No Deal" came on, Jason and I collapsed on the couch to watch. During a commercial I picked up the box and opened it.
"What's that?" he asked, only mildly interested.
I explained to him what the product was.
"Why would you buy that?" he said, seeming slightly more interested.
"I didn't buy it," I explained. "I got an email from the company asking me to review it on my blog."
"Your blog?" he looked momentarily confused. "Oh, right. Jason loves Jesus."
I snorted into my hand, "Right. Jason. For the love of God."
"Yeah, that's what I meant," he said, looking at the product curiously. "So people just send you stuff?"
"Apparently," I said.
"And you write about it?"
"On your blog."
And then he asked the question I was hoping he would ask.
And I got to say the line that I have been DYING TO SAY FOR ALMOST A YEAR.
I looked him square in the eyes and said:
"I'm kind of a big deal on the internet."
Jason's eyes grew wide and he said, amazed, "Really?!?!?"
And I laughed and said, "No, not really. I just wanted to say that."
A few moments of Howie Mandell and his bald head passed and Jason and his bald said,
"That's okay baby. You're a big deal in this house."
That's all I ever wanted anyway.