Okay, show of hands, please. Raise your hand if you didn’t realize that I called my beloved younger son Ass Burger Boy as a play on words?
Because he has, you know, Asperger’s Syndrome. Say it out loud. You know it sounds like Ass Burger. I confess I was gobsmacked by the name when he was diagnosed. I immediately requested the spelling.
I bring this up because Marie confessed to not getting it for an entire month of reading my site. She wasn’t alone. Poppy said in my comments:
It took me a loooong while to find out why you call your son ABB. My cousin was standing over my shoulder, reading your blog and then she burst out laughing. I asked her why was she laughing so hard and she made me read Asperger and ABB shortly after. Now I feel slow, because it took a couple of tries for it to sink in.
This called for some action, and I have risen to the challenge. I have edited my About page to explain. Oh, what other crises can I avert?
Shameless self-promotion: Show me some freaking love. Go on, vote. You know you wanna. You have to register first, but you will make me very happy. Check your junk mail folder for the registration confirmation. Oh, and if it says voting is closed? It is for 2007, but this award is for 2008.
