I got a message on my voicemail last night. Turns out my folks are reading my blog ..

Hi Mom, Hi Dad.

Why didn’t we tell you? Because all of this job stuff is a little like making babies… how soon do you have to tell everyone about a baby? When you’re safely past the first trimester? Immediately after seeing the little pink thingie on the stick?

Blow by blow while you’re still TRYING?

Besides, we weren’t really “trying,” it just sort of happened during a rash moment last spring. Margaritas may or may not have been involved. And now we’re smack in the middle of what is turning out to be a very difficult decision, and we have to make it without being too distracted by the folks (as loving and supportive as they are) sitting in the bleachers.

Don’t worry, I feel for you.  I’ve got the same nosy parental deal, going the other way, with my son’s Facebook page.  Some people think it’s icky that I even have access to my son’s Facebook page.  Other people think I should not only read his page but report all his Facebooking friends to their parents. 

I’m just saying!