<p><a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/photos/jun2007/picture25368.aspx" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/photos/jun2007/images/25368/365x260.aspx" align="right" border="0" height="164" hspace="4" width="231"></a>Sometimes
I just want a hooker. I love when my wife does that thing with her
little finger. My son gave me a card and I cried. Work is kind of like
my vacation.</p><p>Holy sweet lord, man -- I am <i>loving</i><a href="http://truedadconfessions.com/"> True Dad Confessions</a>! Brought to you by the same people behind<a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2007/04/13/truemomconfessions-you-must-see-this-site.aspx"> True Mom Confessions</a>,
the web site lets a dad anonymously post confessions -- and I'm digging
what appears to be a glorious mix of catharsis and rubber necking.</p><p>Some gems include: </p><p><i>I wish my wife would just leave. But the kids are staying.</i></p>
