Gabe and I had a little laugh tonight. Or maybe I was the only one laughing. I can’t remember.

So, I’m reading a friend’s latest blog post. (I’m going to try my best not to give away her identity, but to appreciate the story fully, I’ll have to disclose a few details.) This particular friend has a blog on Xanga, where Gabe and I used to live blog. I still check Xanga pretty much every day/every other day to see what my Xangals are up to. So, tonight I signed in and saw that several of my friends had new posts.

I clicked on a certain lovely friend’s Mother’s Day post and read a delightful account of the cards and gifts her sweet children had made for her, including a picture her preschool son had drawn of his mama dancing. I was all ready to make a general (and innocent) comment on the post when I noticed a comment another friend had written–”I love that you dance naked. According to the picture, that is.”

I looked back at the picture the Little Guy had drawn of his mama. Maybe he’d dressed her in flesh-colored clothing, or maybe she really was naked. Hmmm…

I couldn’t help but wonder since I know this certain secret about this certain friend. You know what. I’m just going to tell that story too. Hold on a second. I know I blogged about it before. I’ll just search for it using the words “flashed” and “window.”

Yep, there it is. January 31, 2009.

I’m reminded of a story my dear friend K told me right after she’d read Is That All He Thinks About? She was in the kitchen making dinner, and her hubby (a pastor) was in the backyard. She went up to their big picture window, caught his eye, and in her very pregnant state, pulled up her shirt and flashed him a little full-frontal nudity. She expected googly eyes, a grin, a wink. Instead, she got a horrified look and hubby furiously shaking his head “no!” She pulled her shirt down, tears pooling in her eyes, and thought, “Am I so huge and disgusting that he can’t bear the sight of me?” She was crushed. Two seconds later, her hands still holding on to her shirt, a young couple from their church popped in front of the window and waved.

Oh, I love that story every single time I read it!

Okay, so back to my friend’s Mother’s Day post. And now you know her name starts with K. Oops. So, a witty comment pops into my head, and away I type:

I happen to know that you DO dance naked sometimes. Or at least flash your neighbors through your picture window. Love you. Love your kiddos. And you ARE beautiful.

I press submit without a second thought, and my comment pops up on my screen under her post. Then what to my horrified eyes doth appear? MY HUSBAND’S AVATAR! Oh, yes. I had inadvertently logged in as my husband (because minutes before I had checked our bank statement which is under his name, so I was used to typing it).

I re-read my comment as if my husband had written it, and wow. The naked and the flashing and the I love you and the beautiful. Of all the comments that I leave all over Blog Land, that’s the last one I want my husband’s name and face attached to. I logged out as him and logged in as me, cracking up all the while. I left a comment as me clarifying that the other comment was actually me too, but then I couldn’t leave it, because how awful! So I deleted it and then re-wrote it as me.

Anyway. I have to laugh because I was just poking fun at another friend this week who wrote on another friend’s facebook wall, “You’re awesome and I LOVE YOU!” and then realized her husband was still signed in.

And I just realized something funny. My Flasher Friend? And the two Facebook Friends? All have the same name. Is that wild or what?

Speaking of wild and sexy and flashing, I’m guest posting today and tomorrow over at the Adding Zest to Your Nest Blog. You should probably pop on over. It’s a great resource for married gals who want to honor God with their marriages and have some fun in the process.

Happy May 11th, Everyone!

On my way to the lovely state of Michigan to speak to some women I just know are going to be AWESOME. Woohoo!! My dear friend Courtney is accompanying me on the 5-hour trip.

Well, I should say that’s the PLAN. It’s 10pm on Thursday night as I write this, and a Winter Storm Warning has been issued starting at 4am. (I’m supposed to leave at 8am.) If Courtney and I decide we’re too scared, Gabe the Babe will swoop in with his Cape of Fearlessness and drive me/us/the whole fam to Ohio’s Nemesis/Neighbor State.

I’m all about being flexible at this stage of the game.

Okay, here’s the deal. I loved, loved, LOVED your answers to “What Do You Call Your In-Laws?” Would you mind answering a couple more? No? Sweet! I’ve got a fun idea brewing in my brain…

You can pick one or answer both.

1. What is one thing your spouse’s family does that makes absolutely no sense to you?

2. What is one thing your family does that makes absolutely no sense to your spouse?

Feel free to sign in under a code name for this one!

Have an awesome weekend!

I like to read Proverbs 3:28 when I speak to groups of married women about sex. “Do not say to your neighbor, ‘Come back later; I’ll give it tomorrow’–when you now have it with you.”

Fun verse, huh. So, maybe that wasn’t the intent of the original Hebrew. I don’t think God minds.

I had the BEST time tonight. I spoke to the super-cool, way-awesome MOPS group of First Baptist Church in Kettering, OH, and they blew me away. So sweet, so kind, so fun. They just really made me feel all loved and cozy. THANK YOU, girls. What a great night!!

And I can’t wait for you to start leaving comments about getting your homework done! Who’s going to be first??

I got to see Beth and Gwen–two gals I met at church camp when we were in high school. And Holly, a gal who has heard The Sex Talk before at another MOPS group and came to hear it again. Ha! I love it!

I’m so thankful that God has given me such neat opportunities to do what I love and bring Him glory at the same time. Praying He touched your hearts, ladies! And I prayed through your requests and will again. Thanks for sharing them with me.

In other news, I have more Expecting books signed and ready to send! Woohoo! If you’d like to sponsor the shipping costs for either a box of 16 ($11) or an envelope of 5 ($4), please let me know! I need 3 sponsors at $11 and 4 at $4. EDIT (4:30pm): We’re all set! THANK YOU!

If you’re new here and aren’t sure what I’m talking about, check out this post.

Some of you asked if I’m accepting donations for more books. Not yet. I need to get the difference made up (between the $5 donated and the $8.25 cost of the book) first. Does that make sense? I’m hoping in a few weeks!

Short and sweet today! Speaking of short, I’d love to know how tall you are. I’ll start. I used to think I was 5’10″, but I think I’ve shrunk to 5’9″.

How about you? How short are you?

12:07 a.m. January 3, 2010

Wife has just returned from hugging the toilet bowl. She settles into bed for a 10-minute respite before her bed-mate, a feverish 3-year-old girl, needs the blue plastic bowl once again.

She glances at the alarm clock on the dresser. It’s after midnight.

“Gabe?” she calls weakly to her husband trying to sleep next door in the 3-year-old’s bed.

“Yeah?”

“Happy Anniversary.”

“You too. I love you.”

“Love you.”

The past 12 years have produced some of the most beautiful (and some of the most awful) moments of my life. And I wouldn’t change a single minute.

I love my husband. I’m the luckiest girl alive.

p.s. Those pics were taken a year ago. Let’s just pretend we’re feeling that robust right now.

it’d be this guy.