Spice On, Storm On, Spice Off

We're on high alert over here. Laura is 5cm dilated and I think, for most women, that means you are in the middle of giving birth. Of course, this does not apply to my amber-headed beauty, and she ain't had a single, what one would call, contraction, and for the record, it's starting to piss me off.

We tried the spicy food thing, and during the meal realized that the incoming storm would cause a slight travel complications and immediately ceased the spice inhalation, and by immediately I mean after three more trips up for tikka masala and almost accosting the waiter when they said they were out of rice pudding. AFTER that we did things opposite of what one would if they wanted to expedite the birthing process.

Like wander around an antiques warehouse.

Yeah. It didn't go as planned. What has? WWe moved Yuula doctors appointment to today as well, since the storm was going to interfere with that as well. She was a champ.

See.

(I don't know what the makeup is all about)

The Rain Stop Who'll?

Not me! That's who'll.

A little less than a year ago I got the idea to build a few shelves about the living room (seen here), and with the added baggage that baby brings, the spread has become disastrous and I felt action needed to be taken.



This morning I woke at the crack and got out and at 'em. Cutting, screwing, drilling, rulering. And the rain was raining. I chose to ignore it, to the effect that I hung a giant tarp over the porch, aka my workspace, and kept on. I was determined.




Laura had made plans with the Trunks to meet for lunch. We did the Darjeeling Limited thing and made chitchat. Jacob & I are quite similar. We both love ancient ships and our brothers. We posed the babies. Floor of an Indian restaurant: Check!




I'd show you finished photos of the shelf, were it finished. Tomorrow. Right after I paint that last shelf for Yuula's a-frame, from two months ago. Procrastinator.