I just might be a good pet parent after all. Wayne’s always telling me what a great mom I am to our kids. As much as I want to believe him, I always sense he has an underlying commitment to say such things. Sort of how he wouldn’t dare tell me my butt looks fat in certain clothing because he wants to spare my feelings. (As a side note, he is a good husband because he also doesn’t let me go out of the house in anything emphasizing my large bottom. He’ll save me by delicately asking if maybe another … Continue reading →