After my husband read my post from yesterday about failure (I never, ever let him preview them), he looked me right in the eyes and said, "It would take a lot more than that to come close to damaging our marriage. Our marriage is pretty tough." And then he dumped some praise on my head and we discussed some options for digging me out of my self-created hole. So no need to worry about the state of our married life.
For some comic relief, I give you my oldest son's health assignment for today. He was to create a comic strip showing one of his daily activities. Nathan already draws a daily comic strip, but drawing himself drawing himself drawing a comic strip was deemed too meta, even for him. So instead he decided to tattle on his Mom.
His characters never smile, but he assures me they aren't terribly unhappy. He turns 13 this year, and all he wants is YouTube and Facebook accounts, along with a blog of his own to fill with his original thoughts and artwork. Watch out world.