First off - let me empirically state that I do not consider myself hot. That tag was bestowed upon me by Mr. Hot….my domestic counterpart, the Yang to my Yin, my sex slave. The one who broadens my focus, keeps me up to date on current events, and buys my vodka for sanity preservation. (Of course, as I get older and more pre-menopausal, I’ve taken to hiding his glasses so he won’t stop thinking I’m hot).

—- Welcome to my world - fasten your seatbelts. —-