season.of.stoicism.

If I have learned nothing else from reading all of Chelsea Handler's books I have certainly learned that regaling others with ridiculous tales that never happened (lying) requires a special skill set usually reserved for telemarketers or door-to-door gently worn undergarment salesmen and can be extremely entertaining! However, I met my match when I met Danny two years ago. He can bold face lie to me, have me in tears and ready to sell plasma to buy back the house we don't own, and still never crack a grin. I attribute this to his being born without the muscles required for smiling... or a soul. Therefore I make him color his hair red, as everyone knows redheads don't have souls either, and call me "stepmom!"