Could everyone please give a warm cyber-welcome to “Not Going Postal’s” newest reader, my precious husband? At least a friendly wave?
He, of course, chose *yesterday* to decide he would go ahead and read this little blog thing that I’ve been writing. Not on the day I wrote about the MLK March, mind you? Or penned a hopeful post about our new president.
No, on the day that I professed my crush for a 9-fingered democrat *AND* may have told the world-wide-web of his previously private predilection for Ms. Samantha Brown.