This book is Volume 2 of my Muddled Mutterings of Uncompromised Genius. (ha!) Before you embark on the journey that is this book, I feel compelled to state the following: Romance novels are lies.

All of them - filthy, irresponsible lies. There is no such thing as pulsing passion and swooning romance and happily ever after. In addition, I feel it necessary to point out that there's also no such thing as June Cleaver or Donna Reed. Both of those women are myths.

The reality of romance and perfect homemaking consists solely of making sure that everyone has clean underwear and that the dishes are clean. Period.

The following pages are Volume 2 of a few observations I have made about life, my work, marriage and "romance" and motherhood. They contain little snippets of journal entries I've kept over the years.

I hope you enjoy them. If you don't, then don't say I didn't warn you.