I was going to write about how I met Rob's sister, mother, and mother's boyfriend for the first time yesterday, but since that all went off without a hitch (at least, it did from my perspective; for all I know, they have joined the omnipresent secret society that exists only to thwart me), I have decided to touch upon another subject.

Yesterday, my mother sent me an email saying that she liked my blog but I "give more info than is needed in certain areas." Unable to imagine what these areas might be, I requested clarification.

Imagine my astonishment when she responded that, in her opinion, I should not write so much about my (direct quote) "sexy lifestyle."

Sexy lifestyle.

These two words, used in conjunction, are not among those I would choose to describe my daily activities. Possibly the sexiest thing that has happened to me in recent memory was my discovery that I could send my laundry out to be washed by people other than myself and then delivered again, folded, to my door.

Now that is sexy.

Maybe she is reading someone else's blog, and if so, I want to know about it, because I need a blueprint for a sexy lifestyle. It is time to stir things up a bit.

Watch out world! (And thanks for the idea, Mom.)