No... I don't have a baby. (Yet. Sorry Peri, but it might just be inevitable -- and, as strange as this would sound to someone who has been populating the whole damn planet with her progeny, NOT YOURS! No means no, Peri. :) ) My little baby boy found a family and is off living what I hope will be a happy and healthy life. I was ecstatic for him.
(uhh... I can hear that collective sigh of relief from 3000 miles away, you know. Jeezus.)
Meanwhile, all that baby exposure has elevated my oxytocin levels which has had some strange effects on me - this past week I've been... ::gasp:: cooking! I guess I am exploring my inner domestic goddess side (or "inner bottom" - depends on what circles you run in). I've made dinner 5 out of the past 7 nights. I must say - they were all rather quite good if not damn tasty. (I haven't mastered meatballs like someone I know, but I will get there.)
If I start wearing pink or harping on what dress I should wear, kill me. (No B... there is NOTHING WRONG with pink. It looks faaaaabulous on you. But on me - yeah, that whole monkey fucking a football thing..)
Unless, of course, the dress matches my fez.
Posted by LA at September 10, 2007 09:52 PM'inner bottom' -- heh heh. Wouldn't that be a rectum?
Posted by: eric on September 11, 2007 12:42 PM