Greetings Readers, both the Reproductively Wacked and Not So!
There are so many reasons why I love K, that man of mine, more reasons than I can possibly list here. So I'll give just one: he keeps me grounded on planet earth.
Case in point: while I'm sitting here endlessly philosophizing about my own status as a reproductively wacked woman, K's talking about more important matters such as this.
My favorite line: "I called Monica out to watch the walls from the outside, and she forced me to wear my bicycle helmet, like the weird child of the paranoid parents."
See, that's death-a-noia right there. A future KuKd Word of the Week.