I wanted to share all of the good news about Abbo’s appointment with the specialist, but alas, all I really want to post is the funny and terrible horrible story I shouldn’t post. But it’s just…ah…too good.
I should start with this. We are a Happily Married Monogamous Couple. We do what HMMC’s do. IT.
Today we got caught (oh holy crap, I realized that my mother in law reads this…and you know why I realized it after that sentence? Because she caught us. On our freaking wedding day.)
The kids were busy. Abby was asleep. We locked the door and tried to get down to biznez. Casey clomps down the hall and tries the door. I start to giggle. We thought he left when we see his little face shmushed on the floor looking under the freaking 2 inch gap below the door. “Whatchu doin’ in dat bed?” he says. (fortunately we were covered up. That reminds me…for the longest time I thought that the reason Casey didn’t talk was because of the time he caught us when he was 2. But the geneticist says that autism is all genetic. Take that, irrational fears! I didn’t really think that sight had made him speechless, though. That’s a lie. I tell that one a lot. ) I keep laughing. Really hard. We get him to leave and soon after Lance tries to salvage any hope he has of actually continuing. I didn’t realize this as he went into kiss me. Just as he did, I had taken in a large breath because I was still laughing. He smushed my mouth together so that the only way I could breathe was through my nose. So with the force of all my laughter…
I snotted all over his face.
aaaand you’re welcome. Try not to picture any of this in your brain. You’ll never want for another lover and also, snot is gross.
PS. Hey Lance, maybe you should start reading my blog so as to stop these things from staying up for extended periods of time. (that’s what she said)