Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Unexpected guest

What is it the Japanese say about guests and fish? Three days? Well, it’s been three months, and it is just starting not to stink…

Our guest dropped in without warning, with teetotaling ways that put the kibosh on cocktails. And all the fresh tomatoes and peppers in the garden—totally out of the question. In fact, even entering the kitchen has been fraught with puking possibilities.

Yep, I’m whipping up a person, which is not, despite all prevailing romantic notions to the contrary, as easy as it sounds.

I know there are those out there who doubt our ability to properly and reverently nurture a child. You’re in good company--we have our own doubts. Between the two of us, we couldn’t even figure out whether the home pregnancy test was positive.

But we do know this: He’s our kid, so he is going to turn out weird.

And if he is anything like his papa, the chicks will dig it…

Monday, September 25, 2006

Against the grain

Just because I'm feeling contrarian.

My nominations for the totally undeserved popularity prize:
-chocolate fountains
-cell phone ring tones
-the Olive Garden
-Rachael Ray
-platform thongs

Why, people, why?