For the record, we never really officially committed to the Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule in writing, so you’ve got nothing on us. We’ll keep this tied up in court for years. By the time you get a ruling, we will have already switched to a more manageable schedule. More on this soon.
So I learned how to shoot a bow this weekend. I use the word ‘learned’ rather loosely. What I really learned was that I am out of shape. Nonetheless, it was fun, and a welcome alternative to sitting in on the second of two baby showers. Not that I mind free baby stuff, far from it. I’m still planning to go to school this fall, so even if I’m not poorer than Oliver Twist now, I’m gunna be. It’s just that the estrogen levels at Danielle’s aunt’s place was reaching a concentration that is downright toxic to the opposite end of the species. So much so that several of us had to go shoot things to decompress, lest we succumb to the shakes or some shit.
Seriously though, thanks for all the baby gear. I know some of these constructs of plastic and easily removable cloth cost a lot of money, and all this showering really has reduced my list of things to lose sleep over by one.
Ja.