Elisa's Journal

I guess my poor little hubbie has really been stressing. I mean, it's not easy taking over a mom's job and that's exactly what he's had to do since I boogered up my foot. (Okay, look, I'm allowed to say that because, after all, I AM a Texan.) So he's been breaking all the rules in my book, Hearing is Believing. In fact, in one sentence alone I think he broke at least two per chapter. Fortunately my 9 year old daughter has read it cover to cover. With a face full of pity and a voice that would reassure a rabbit in an owl's clutches, she told him, "Don't worry, Pappa. I'll teach you how to talk."

I'm not so sure about that. The first step is getting him to read nonfiction that mentions nothing about torque, bore compression rations or closed end funds. The second step is to get him to actually follow the suggestions. Whaddya think folks? Can husbands truly learn? I hod out hope but I'm not holding my breath!