22 weeks pregnant and 15 hour work days may make me less than sweet as when I came home to my garage being blocked by a car and a perfectly good visitor parking spot open, did I simple park in the visitor spot right next to my condo and call it a night? No, I leaned against the hood of my card and turned on my car alarm until the poor scared guy ran out to move his car full of apologies. Oh well, I will focus on being a nicer human being… Tomorrow.
What I have to deal with…
1. Ryan is very into watches right now.
2. Ryan is so into watches that he names them.
3. Ryan is so into watches that he names them with porn star names.
Me: What if we have to move to Michigan?! How will I survive? It’s soooo cold there!
Me: You know… in case our child is an ice dancing protegee. Everyone trains in Michigan. We’ll have to move there!
Whatever, it’s not like me having a child in love with ice dancing is completely unheard of as this has become a nightly occurrence:
Seriously! Sushi is enthralled by it!
Ryan: I’m really excited… but I feel a lot like House
Me: Huh? Why?
Really? Stamford barely got hit by the snow storm today… and by barely I mean we got 10 inches of snow and ice, but okay you’re right… Those gray skies are the pits!