Two Things

Okay, first of all, my Dirty Boyfriend was on Jay Leno last night (with my other Secret Boyfriend nobody understands about at all so I'm not even gonna tell you who). Dirty Boy wasn't dirty at all. He was all cleaned up and spit-polished and shined.

He looked like a dork.

Stay dirty, boy. I mean it. I need to know you're out there sweating for me -- I mean us. Sweating for us...

The other thing is that I went to hang the clothes out on the line this morning and I found this:

Can you tell what it is? It's a tiny little drinking glass, tipped over, spilling something sticky all over the porch railing. I picked it up and brought it in the house.

"Johnny?" I said. "What were you drinking out on the porch that's so thick and sticky?"

"Oh," says he. "That's sugar water. There was a bee that was almost dead."

He found a sickly bee, so he mixed up a solution of sugar water and poured it out for her. The bee's gone now, so I guess she made it. I don't know quite why he felt he had to leave the glass, but...

Who says my husband doesn't have the biggest heart?

Seriously, who says it? I'll deck 'em!