Things are going well here. I am running TPG’s Worldwide Empire from the couch and feel quite fabulous. In fact, I am not sure when I have been so efficient. See below for second gratuitous baby shot. OK to skip this post and go straight to the photo. You know the drill.
So the baby nazi is fully organized and I can type and talk non-stop. This has had the fabulous effect of very fat and puffy legs. To calm myself down, I have eaten lots of onions in my salad and downed some carrot cake (with forbidden walnus and raisins,) and I was practically hyperventilating trying to get it down before she came around the corner. Deeeeeelicious. Do you think this might be a case of “if only the criminal would’ve put as much energy into a real job as they did stealing?” As in, if I just ate what I was supposed to I wouldn’t need to have this blog and a constant seizure every time I hear the floorboards creak. So far the baby has not reacted at all (negatively) and I am looking at this as my own personal lab experience. Tomorrow someone will go to the market and she said it’s ok that I eat bologna. Oh heavens. I have not had bologna since I am not sure when.
Does she also live in California? The women around here only eat chicken salad, dressing on the side, no courtons, no wontons, no nothing. UsWeekly anyone? This is not difficult. Anyway, she has everything under control on baby front and as far as I’m concerned, so do I. BTW, we waited to name the baby until we saw her because we wanted to check out her personality. We jumped too quickly. I think a better name for her would’ve been Hornet. So small, so bent out of shape already. Back to the remaining chunk of frosting. (Oh, notice how I figured out how to type in color. Thank you PERCOSET!) xo
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