Earlier this evening I grabbed Spencer for a big bear hug. I was hugging him tight when he said, “Ok. That’s enough.”

What?!?

Of course, since he was being a little seven-year-old smartass, I just held on tighter. To which he responded, “Let go of me woman.”

My seven-year-old just called me woman. Obviously more torture was needed.

So I started to kiss him. All over his face. Which then made him howl, “Ewww.”

This is why I had kids. So I could torment them with hugs and kisses.

**On a side note, as I was writing this post I hollered out to Lee, “What’s another word for torture?” To which he responded, “marriage?” Ha ha. He’s such a funny guy. I’m sure he’ll see the real humor in that statement when I roll over and show him my back in bed later tonight.**

Speaking of Lee. I spent much of the night playing Kingdom Hearts on the Playstation 2. Not only was I playing the game, but I was playing it on the big screen TV. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, I turned it on right in the middle of the Scott Baio is 45 and Single show on VH1. Now that in itself isn’t too bad because who really cares that Chachi [or Charles in Charge] is still single. But when I flipped on my game it was right in the middle of a scene where a very leggy blonde was stripping for Scott and his poker buddies. No stripper watching for Lee.

So Lee was forced to go upstairs and watch reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

After the kids went to bed and I finished playing my game, I went upstairs to give Lee some attention. He was sitting in the recliner with Justis’ massage pad that not only massages an old man’s muscles, but also has speakers so his hard-of-hearing ears can hear the sound on his laptop. I leaned over the back of the chair to give him a kiss. He pulled his head back and slammed the back of his head in to one of the speakers. I leaned in to rub his head like a good loving wife just as he was reaching up to adjust the speakers. You guessed it. He poked me right in the eye.

Who knew trying to give my family some love could be so dangerous?

In other news, Justis is home from his summer visit with his mom. He was greatly missed this summer. How do I know? Because every day for the last week the kids have asked me, “How many days until Justis comes home?” Finally the wait is over.

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