So there's a crib now, although it's missing a mattress and needs to be assembled. I suppose we needed to start somewhere. Next stop, getting the excess furniture out of what will eventually be the baby's room.
Junior is getting big right on schedule and has decided that kicking mom is it's current favorite activity.
Work is, well, work. Lots of extra hours, trying to get things done before the "blessed event" occurs. You'd think I'd have LESS to do now that I can't travel any more.
Spamalot was the absolute BEST show ever. Monty Python is the absolute apex of humour and fun. Life would be much better if everyone just watched John Cleese silly walk once in a while. How can anyone possibly be in a bad mood with humour like that around?