now i know why my ears were ringing yesterday: you guys were talking about me! hate to disappoint, dan, but miss daniela sliding down any (non-human) pole is not much to write home about. the husband installed a cool stripper pole with a little stage in our "adult room" for my 30th birthday. i thought i was going to be the shiznit on that thing. HA! i sucked! i finally learned to kind of hang upside down from up at the top with one leg wrapped around the pole, one leg straight, anyways i'm like "honey! quick! come here!" my poor husband had spent the past two weeks watching me humiliate myself on the pole, and figured i hurt myself. so he runs into the room, STILL CARRYING THE BABY. mind you, there are chains hanging from the ceiling in this room,etc., so to see even a four-month old infant in there, i panicked. so, i'm hanging upside down, see the baby, freak out, crash to the floor, out cold, and practically put my eye out with my red patent stripper boot. i come to and my husband is pissing his pants laughing at me, and he had to give me stitches. he's like, "well, pumpkin, i think that one needs a little work!" by the way, my tits turned two yesterday.