I'm like a cuddly soft bunny now.
And that's not just a mantra! It's a blessing...phewf! Thank heaven for husbands who come home and play with the kid(s) and make you feel beautiful and sweet (and don't reprimand you for being Woman even if that means being less than Angel).
:) I love Michael. He is a Saint.
No more warthog! It's safe now! I promise I won't bite your head off if you come to my house now.
...but thanks for not risking your life while I was warthogging or else I'd feel really, really terribly guilty...