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...