The Hubster

I was writing out on the back porch last night, my girls are playing on their spider infested jungle gym, screaming every 5 minutes.  My husband is sitting next to me, beer in hand.  A high school friend, my husband's best friend, and mine too, has been living with us since he split with his wife...for about two weeks now.  Phil.  He's, I swear, more of a slut than Shane.  And I'm picking his brain about his um, many friends.  My computer is out and I'm going back through the story and adding and revising, etc....
My husband leans over and peeks at my screen...
"HOLY SHIT, Phil, she's writing PORN!!!!  I LOVE MY WIFE!"
The swings on the jungle gym stop.  My six year old says: Mom, what's  a porn?
My two year old: PORN, PORN, PORN!
My next door neighbor: WHOA!  I want in on this conversation! (His head pops up over our PRIVACY fence.)
Phil the slut, starts screaming along with the two year old, then makes up words:  PORN! PORN! PORN! is good for your ass, when you're wife ain't putting out, she's got no class...
This is how my life is...
Now I'm getting shot in the head with Nerf pellets as I'm writing.
Ask me again when my next book will be out!  I need to lock myself in my bedroom with Shane.  Oh, that's a nice fantasy...

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