I Love Hitting Into The

Failure-it Centers Me. Too Much Success Has Me Thinking, All Right, What's Goin' On?

Sex After One Child Shows Down. After Twins... Ooh... I'll Tell You What It Is For Us. I'll Share It With You. Every Three Months. We Don't Plan It That Way. That's Just How It Works Out. It's The Weirdest Thing. You Know What I Do? Every Time I Have Sex, The Next Day I Pay My Estimated Tax. My Quarterlies Are Due. If It's Oral Sex, I Renew My Driver's License.

Without Identical Twins, You'll Never Get To Experience Entering A Hotel Room With One Of Them And Watching Him Run Into The Full-length Mirror Because He Though He Saw His Brother.

That's The One Thing I Have Over Any Twenty-one-year-old: A Proud History Of Accumulated Neuroses. That's The Game In Which I'm Da Man.

I Married A Saint - Well, A Saint Who Curses.