Thursday, March 3, 2011  Open Letter to the Men in My Family
Emma, aka The Pole Dancer, has had it...Kate can hardly blame
her. Every single thing in her house is male. There's only so
much testosterone that one can handle...   Dear Males,  I am
pulling an “Eat Pray Love” and running away to Europe.  I am
emptying the savings account and my forwarding address for the
future is...Italy.  And when asundry folks ask why I am on
"holiday" - here's why. I am back from a long weekend visiting
my sister with my youngest son, Youngest.  I left my oldest son,
Eldest, and Hubby at home.   I was amazed to find that my name
was Mud when I returned.  My name was Mud because the Netflix
subscription was suspended.  Our credit card was hacked (again!)
and I apparently haven't updated all the automatic payments
yet.  Why is it that only I am capable of typing in the new 16
digit Visa number into the website?  Keep in mind my significant
other has a math degree and a computer science degree.   My name
was Mud because Eldest'