We’ve had some exciting developments at the Gibbs’ residence!

This year I surprised Darren with Glamour Shots for his birthday. Most of them are for his eyes only, but I wanted to show off a couple of teasers. He was pretty flustered when he saw them, and didn’t know how to react, so I held a finger to his lips and asked him to dance. He did not know how to refuse! Right there in our living room, I put on some Michael Bolton, moved in close, and did the slowest, most sensual Roger Rabbit you can imagine. He just stood there in what I assume was awe and desire. I will keep this PG, but let’s just say Glamour Shots can really spice up a marriage. (He asked me to blindfold him!)

Now for the kids. Tenzin is such a boy’s boy. When he’s not at school, he’s outside riding bikes or playing ball, or doing something else! Yesterday he mentioned a burping contest and a bonfire. Coincidentally, Mrs. Wilson’s barn burned down that day. Truth be told, I don’t know what he gets up to, but he’s always home for dinner.

Bella is another story. I can’t get her to leave her room. Day in, day out, it’s comic books and Atari. She wants to set a world record for the most Star Wars collectibles. I wish she had different hobbies and interests, as well as a different personality. She could be as beautiful as me if she just put on a little makeup!! She would not even let me put rouge on her for our photo shoot. I am including some pictures of her anyway because I am a good mother.

Darren is currently our sole provider, thanks to the plastics industry (“The Future is Plastic!”). It seems like as long as he’s got his tv time, he’s happy! Or at least, he doesn’t say he’s not happy. Actually, he doesn’t say much of anything at all.

Hopefully soon, I will be bringing home the bacon right along with him. Now that Tenzin can look after himself, I am pursuing my dream of becoming a romance novelist. The world is changing, and we women have ideas of our own! If anyone knows of an agent for my forthcoming novel Ravish, Ravished, Ravishing: The Grammar of Lust, please let let me know. So far I have mailed it to seven publishers, but I have yet to hear back from any of them. Maybe the world just isn’t ready for Mrs. Darren Gibbs!