Jason has viewed the events of the past few days with what I will call "mild amusement".
Also, he's asked me to stop being so shrieky a few times. I think he was starting to get a headache.
Last night as we watched my Amazon sales rank (and let me just recommend NEVER EVER EVER EVER, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EVER watching your Amazon sales rank should you ever be in the position to do so) he said, "When you're famous are you going to leave us little people behind?"
And I was like, "Little? Dude! You are a really big guy! Have you seen your hands? They make my hands look really, really tiny which is probably one of the reasons I married you!"
No, just lying.
I told him no.
And I sort of snickered about the fact that I guess he still doesn't quite get that all this stuff I do? Is for him. And the Boy Child. And the Girl Child. And even the dog. I love that stupid dog.
So, because I'm generous, I'll share with you all the fact that the book is dedicated to the Boy and the Girl.
And part of the acknowledgment reads:
And finally, to Jason, who stepped into a whirlwind without even meaning to, looked around and decided to stay, I love you and I love us.
And that's all the sap I'm giving for today.