You know how something horrible happens and you swear you’re not going to blog about it because it’s just too ugly? See, whenever I do that it’s like the little devil writer in me says, “Oh yeah? Well fine! We’ll write a column about it then LOTS of people can read it.” I hate that writer, she’s so stupid.

So this week’s column is my new dirty little secret. It’s not going to sound that bad to you, and you might even wonder why I’m so hesitant to publish it (obviously not that hesitant), so I’ll tell you. I hate the way it sounds out loud. It sounds like possibly the ugliest thing in the world, and I really try to avoid ugly when I can. In fact, I’ve refused to let Jason even call it by name. We’re now referring to it as my “condition”.

So that’s it. Go ahead, read all about it if you must.