My husband likes to cook. Not just grilling burgers like most guys. He'll actually go on line, research recipes- and come up with a menu. Tonight, it's chicken stuffed with some sort of gourmet italian meat and cheese. The whole house smells like an Italian restaurant. It's fantastic.

I don't know a single woman who loves her body. Most of us use the word "hate" more than anything else when describing any part of our anatomy. While my rear end has always had a little more "junk in the trunk" for my liking, luckily for me, my husband is an "ass" man. I've always had a reasonably small waist for my size, however. Then I had a son. Not only a son- but a nine pound, seven ounce son. I gained 66 pounds in my pregnancy. That was two years ago- and even though I've lost the weight- the proportions still seem to be a bit off.

I was in Grapevine Texas for my job, and it happened to be "Super Tuesday".