Apparently my husband thinks I start stuff and never finish. I have absolutely no follow through. He brought up the topic by asking me if I wanted to be a UFC fighter after watching an hour of the new all female UFC reality show yesterday. Like I’m 12! I finished my degree and the kids (38w 2d I had my section, they laid them on my chest right after they were born!). Shiiiiit… If this doesn’t work out I’m never getting married again. I swear we would both be happier if we didn’t have to live together.