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This is goofiness at its greatest. I don't read as often as I should. But when I do, I prefer something on the lighter side. Life is way too serious. A good hard laugh is always nice.

So, this guy with the pen name Ted Nancy goes around and writes letters to some very important, and not so important people. He has ideas like the Ba-Nanny shoe and complains of the loss of his Gorilla Feet Shoes in the men's restroom of a very swank restaurant. Funny thing is, he actually gets a response. Responses vary from the Paper Bag council, the former U.S. VP, and even foreign kings. Hilarious right! Even my husband liked it. And he hates everything (except me and the kids).

So, it's been confirmed. Jerry Seinfeld is not the author of this book. I was a little disappointed, but not really surprised. Seinfeld has always been a personal hero. And now that my son is obsessed with Bee Movie, I like him that much more, He is helping to promote this book, but made no contribution beyond the foreword.

In the current world of tacky reality TV and first grade cheerleaders talking about their "lady lumps," it's fun to see some witty, original comedy. Something mass-produced that doesn't send you to the confessional the following Sunday. Hope you guys enjoy.

How did this all happen?

So, ask me five years ago where I would be today. I was fresh out of college and my days consisted of work, parties, and a little sleep. I had these lofty goals of becoming uber-rich Ms. Business Lady by day, and professional social butterfly by night. My personal "vision statement" had absolutely nothing to do with any of the following; wife, lawn mower, diaper rash applier.

But then it happened. I got bit, and extremely hard. By the love bug. Although not an actual animal, it is known to infest even the best of us. He was a tall and dashing pilot with salt and pepper hair. He held the door for me, actually called when he said he would, and could prepare a meal more complicated than ramen and chicken nuggets. Jackpot! He will be mine, oh yes, he will be mine. I reeled him in with my charm and a year later we were married.

That was 3.5 years ago. Oooooh how life has changed. I am in different state (I swore I would never leave the South), I have a mortgage, a "crossover", and I am now somewhat of an expert on household cleaners. Oh yeah, I'm a mommie now too. I have a young toddler and another little boy on the way.

What happened to the game plan? I morphed from Carrie Bradshaw into June Cleaver. I bake, sew, attempt to garden. And I do it for the most part with a smile on my face. The 6 am screamfests and backed up toilets are of course the exception. I have had many friends from back in the day call me "Martha" or even "a lady of leisure." Anyone raising a kid full time knows leisure is a four letter word. I often wonder, are they truly judging me or are they maybe a little green? It's definitely not what I intended for myself, but it's something I would never want to give up either.

Most housewives complain (myself included) about how honestly hard it is to do what we do. But funny thing is we always end most sentences with, "but I love my little guy/husband more than anything." We know, for the most part, we have it pretty good.

So I'll never be the CEO of Apple or run New York high life like P. Diddy. But, if I take a step back and put on my positive glasses, I see that I really do have it made. Here's a toast to all the Moms out there that veered off the path and made the choice to be a domestic diva!