Stick What To Who? Or Is It Whom?

This was a bit from our Mama P's recent post, "Stick It": So who does it for you? (Okay, Susie Q, I know you'd stick your husband under a bus for Brian Dennehy.) But other than that wacky Rabbit Run Cottage woman - who makes your heart sing more than a Rudolph marathon? Oh dear Mama P! I could not be more shocked! Okay, I could but that would necessitate getting up and sticking my finger into an outlet and I am way too lazy to do that. I would never throw Bill under a bus after all, he is too big for me to lift him and toss. Push maybe but throw, never. Now *stick* under a bus I could handle. No lifting required right? Poor Billy. I do so love the guy. He has weathered this obsession I have...this teensy, tiny, little, small (Don't you just love redundancy?) love affair I have with Brian, for 33 years. Of course, Brian has no idea he is involved with me but a one sided affair has far fewer complications. No excitement but no problems either. My poor, sweet long suffering Billy has had a reoccurring dream for years that has me jumping into a cab with BD in NYC and taking off leaving him alone in Times Square. I would never do that sweetie! After all, you usually carry all the money when we travel and I would need you to pay the cabbie! Gee, you big silly! Now back to Mama P. This woman can write. Uh huh...w.r.i.t.e. She is a professional, gets paid to write and everything. And she is funny. Hysterical at times, deeply poignant the next. A loving wife and mom and dang diddly dang good writer. She is doing what I aspire to do and I am proud to know her. If you have never visited her, run on over and say howdy. Tell her that wacky cottage lady sent you. You will be glad you did.