No, Richard Hatch, you didn't get put in jail because you're gay. I think it had something to do with you not paying your taxes. It's like, illegal or something. Think about it for next time.
What's up with hurricane season just now starting? Does it always start this late? I don't think it does. Not that I'm complaining...
My mom has forbade me from buying anything baby-ish until after my showers. That's a tough thing to do. Especially when there's SO MANY cute things on gap.com. What she doesn't know is that after our appointment on Monday, David's taking me shopping to get some baby stuff...just clothes, Mom...after we find out whether they're Phoebe's or Phoebo's. I can't stand it any more!!! Anyways.
I've decided that a lot of the pregnancy "rules" are for the people who would abuse them anyway and I'm not one of those, so I ate some deli meat the other day and it was wonderful. I don't wear sunscreen every. single. time I walk outside. I drank hot chocolate last night. I play the banjo during the full moon (the FDA hasn't officially tested that one yet).
I've updated my favorite movies list...Princess Bride, Braveheart, Drop Dead Fred, Jurassic Park, The Fall. Yeah, I'm not super deep when it comes to movies...but these make me happy.
Night before last, I dreamed my sister was a cannibal. And she was slowly eating all of us while we slept, but we never knew it because she would sew us back up. Is that not the most morbid and disturbing thing ever? I told Sara about it yesterday...she laughed. I'm just saying...sleep with one eye open if she's in the house.
Sometimes, I'll sing to the bebes...and I'm worried that the first thing they'll say when they come out is "Mom...shut...up...."
I cut my bangs the other night and they look FABULOUS. And by "fabulous", I mean "they look okay."
I would probably donate Seumas to a museum for freesies if someone would build a Chick-fil-A in town. All I want is a chicken breakfast biscuit.
Okay people...have a good day...and use your blinkers. They save lives and save you from my wrath.