Friday, April 20, 2007

Dear Anonymous Commenter,

Thank you for stopping by. It's nice to know that people are reading my little stories about my little life. It's also nice when someone leaves a comment.

I know that when I was pregnant with Stinkerbell, The Mighty Hunter was in limbo between identities. He had been just my husband for 8 years when she was born. But the transformation from husband to dad happened in all of 30 seconds (or less). Suddenly his spine turned to Jell-O and there was no going back for him.

I had been "mommy" since I first felt her kick. Possibly before. But his entrance into fatherhood was delayed until she was born. And then, The Mighty Hunter reached out and touched her slimy, bloody little hands and body and wept. This same man who had to leave the birth classes to vomit because of the accuracy of the medical diagrams and drawings. DRAWINGS.

But back to you, Anonymous Commenter. I appreciate your comments on my writing style. And I congratulate you on meeting your millionaire wife via that site. That's cool.

I wish you both all the best in your marriage and lots of good snuggling with your baby.

Don't be a stranger. Come back again soon.

War Eagle,
Auburn Gal Always


Jennifer said...

Yikes! I haven't had any weirdo commenters...yet.

Beba said...

Was it one of those lousy commercials for this or that? As much as it is sad it also makes me laugh. I don't know who really believes in such a things.
God bless you