And the alien did decree: "I'm all hyped for toddler hugs"
Well. Today was Anni's baby shower. I felt a little out of place. (As usual?) Dad's side relatives abound, I ended up explaining to a few aunts and uncles that I don't have a job. Either they don't know yet, or didn't remember that I am batshit crazy. I'm a slow, clumsy worker with little respect for chain of command. Go ahead, Relatives, suggest a job for me. Anni's friends (well, some of them) were there. We were doing this at Lynda's house. I cozied in to their numbers, and chatted. Every so often, I'd buzz around Nolan, to snarf his head, or tickle him. Kisses were to be had. Anni's looking forward to baby laughs. I'm all hyped for toddler hugs. The nice thing about today was, no one was pointing at Nolan, saying to me, "Your turn, [Lambert]." Actually: Nolan being born has killed all of that pregnancy guilt-trip nonsense. Ever since that's gone down, people have stopped assuming that I'm a baby factory. I drank a lot of tea. Will I regret that later? I decided to go home after. Of course, I'm bored and heat-stunned. Chalk this up as a night of action comedy flicks, and some hardcore knitting. Go, Nick Nolte, go! Kick that ass, Jackie Chan! Where are you, Van Damme?! Yes. I am so set. |
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