I start to stammer like I am covering up something illegal.

Do you want to cut me at the knees and see me look like a deer in the headlights? Want to see me sweat a little and get tongue tied?  Just ask me one question.  The hardest question for me is:  What does Ching do?

I know where he works. I know what his title is. I know his boss' name..her boss' name and several colleagues' names.   I know how much money he makes and more importantly, I know where all that money is kept.

But I don't have a good explanation what he does..the nitty gritty.  So when someone asks the follow up question to "where does he work" with "what does he exactly do", I start to stammer like I am covering up something illegal.  I can't just say "meetings, Power Point presentations and conference calls."  Not only the mother of the year but I am the wife of the year award too.

I don't feel like I am Karen Hill talking about my husband enterprising or hustling to make a few bucks (Mom--This is a Goodfellas reference.)  He is a smart guy..amazing educational background but what I wouldn't give for someone asking me what he does and I could just say, "he is a surgeon." Bam..done.

I have already asked him three times to explain what he does..I can't go in for a fourth.  I should know!  And these past couple of weeks has been particularly busy for him.  He has been working several hours after the girls go to bed and during the weekend.  Every once in a while, I will lurk..stand behind him as he works, trying to understand the Power Point presentation that he is putting together.

I need to get my story down about what my main man does during the day.  His job shouldn't make me stammer; it should support me in the manner I deserve.  Also, when he says he day wasn't great, I should know it is about the work, not the cafeteria grill guy messing up his breakfast burrito.