Anyone who thinks they have a life free of boys is not married to a man. I raised three boys with a wonderful husband; also a boy. After 25 years of marriage the little bugger had the nerve to die. This left me with the other three boys. Things were pretty bad for a while. After a year or two, I found I needed to start laughing again so I started this blog. I wish I’d have kept it up. I have so very many boy stories.

Two years ago I remarried. He is another wonderful man who loves me despite actually knowing me. He had a 20+ year stretch in Special Forces, a career in government service, and… two boys. He is a man’s man. He knows I’m trying to finish my bachelor’s and supports my efforts unreservedly.

So I mention to him that I need to turn in a story for my first week in the new class with a specific audience. I’m thinking about my blog so the audience would be mothers of boys. However, as soon as I mention having to declare an audience to my husband he says, “Well, your audience is post-menopausal women, right?”

“All right old man! I am now looking for something to throw at you!”

He laughed himself silly and left the room just long enough for me to not pick up a solid object. Yes, my life is still with boys. Yes, I’m still very happy about it.