Let me start by saying this won't be a blog complaining about how I don't get enough "me" time. I mean, God forbid a MAN complain about not having the time to do what he wants to do. Since all we do is go to work, come home, lay on the couch, and demand dinner while wondering why the house hasn't been cleaned yet. Am I right ladies, or am I right? We're such pigs. If we weren't around, you'd have way more time to gossip and say one thing while meaning something else (AH-HA! It seems the shoe has found itself on the other foot).