I left work early yesterday because I was feeling quite drained - and I've got this hacking cough that won't go away. So I went home and laid in bed and watched two episodes of 90210 on the SOAP network. :)

When Stan got home, he brought soup and sandwiches with him and we plopped down in front of the tellie and ate and lounged and watched bad tv, including America's Got Talent.

When that little 9-year-old autisic boy came on and sang Ben, I cried.

And cried.

Stan just looked at me, wiped the tears from my face, looked at me some more and put his head on my shoulder and his arms around me. That boys parents were SO FUCKING PROUD of him - as they should be. It was just so... I don't know, really.

I just can't wait to be a mom some day.

Less than an hour later the news came on and the headline was about the cops catching some serial fucking killer. His wife was quoted as saying that the alleged serial killer is a good man, good father, good husband - when he's not drunk or drugged.

Instead of crying, my stomach flip flopped with disgust and I shut the tellie off and headed to bed.