Bench Thuggin'

Waiting For Mother

I needed fresh air

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)

Sunday Of Small Deeds

Sunday of small deeds. Hanging mirrors, staining bedside cribs, general tidying, most in the snow, some in the rain. All duties that pass the time between the present and the big show, whenever he decides that'll be. Laura's cleaned the house so many times I thought the Pope may be coming to dinner. I even cleaned the car. I've never cleaned the car. Soooooo.. yeah I got nothing.

Wake Me When We Land

 We are officially in a holding pattern. Just circling the runway. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for powers that are out of our control to let us know when we're allowed to continue with our normal day to day activities. Waiting for the littlest member of our family to let us know when we can finally exhale.

 In the meantime, this fool's got plenty of questions about what exactly is going to happen when it is that something does begin to indeed, happen. So far all she's taken from it is that she's going to Isabella's house and she wants to meet her brother while wearing a grey sweater. Priorities.

So we wait. In the cold. I think Laura has scheduled Indian buffet for Friday. It worked last time. I wouldn't be surprised. That and she should go climb some fences.

Which Color Ya Gonna Walk On?

making waiting room comedy

Warm Up To Cool Out

Running behind. We wait in the fog. I hope it thickens by the time our number's pulled.

Out By 10 My Ass

This is taking a while, but at least it's taking. Laura is probably gonna be late for work but at least it's a good excuse. She ain't worried about it. I'm taking the munchkin into Denville to help Nancy with her new winter program. Should be fun.

Just found out our new insurance with full coverage on the new ride. Went up. Twenty cents.

And the color of the vehicle: Autumn Red Metallic. I call it Tinny Apple.

And it's snowing.

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