Once you pop, you can't stop...
I was talking to a friend about the weekend today, and he has to go to a croquet engagement party (whoo hoo hoo!) on Saturday and a baby shower on Sunday.
Me: Yup. That's what happens when you get old. All this wedding/baby business.
Him: I thought it was going to be a rough year that way, and then [his woman] said it's not just going to be
this year.
Me: You know, after the baby showers, come the birthday parties!
Him (horrified): That's right! These kids are going to have birthdays
every fucking year!
(Also, I'm just going to pretend that I've been posting regularly, OK? Go with me on this one.)
SF report yet to come.
