Prego
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Now that just about everybody knows it, I can post this one. I'm rather miffed at the lack of postal efficiency which resulted in some people getting the card early and some not at all so far. At 37 cents a pop, that's really friggin' rotten service, actually. I could get a soda more efficiently for only 13 cents more. Anyhow. We're knocked up. Again. That'll make four in the brood. No, we're not trying for a basketball team and NO, we're still not interested in a boy. You'd figure, after three girls, we'd be pretty suited up for another one. And besides, if the General Management Upstairs saw fit to introduce such a wonderful bundle of new edition to our family, not taking into consideration that I've been disabled for nearly THREE YEARS, they might want to give us the choice in sex, at least. About being fixed. Hey, if the General Management wants to, the operation was certainly not under warranty and could quite easily be temporary, reversal by natural causes is perfectly fine. Not very good odds though (one in five thousand regenerate, I think). I (we) aren't complaining, however. It's quite a relationship builder after all we've been through. I'm kinda proud, very excited, very dedicated (this time). It gives me the chance to really get involved and help and all that good daddy stuff. By the way, if anybody knows where to get a minivan that doesn't SUCK, I kinda need one all of a sudden. Can you believe SIX of us? That's pretty stinkin' impressive. Gwennie is all excited because now she gets to be a Big Sister. Roen, of course, has somebody else to tell what to say. Molly is all about helpin' with everything. Haven't got the cats' opinions on everything. LJ will probably try eating the baby, and Stitch will most likely pee on her. That's pretty much what they do to everything else around here. I never imagined matching my parents' child-rearing prowess. I guess that's that.
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