Ryan: With all our great ideas over the years, there's no excuse for our current employment misery.
Caroline: Uh, I can think of a great excuse. Money. Or lack thereof.
Ryan: We should have a huge TotalTard Magazine subscription, and Polio cologne should be flying off the shelf.
Caroline: Ahhh, Polio. Gives Vulva a run for its money.
Caroline: Sentences like that don't just write themselves.
Ryan: Polio spanks Vulva.
The good news? Baby boy is healthy in the womb, with a strong heartbeat. The iffy news? Baby boy is not facing the right direction; his head is up under Mom's ribs, rather than facing the eventual, preferred exit. Not a hugely worrying problem, but something that has to be corrected before the due date.
Birth classes start next Tuesday. As Navin Johnson said in "The Jerk:" "Things are going to start happening to me now!"
Hopefully that doesn't mean a sniper with a gripe against cans is about to go postal on me.
Thankfully, the shitstorm of blog comment spam seems to be trailing off. It was getting pretty bad there for awhile. Being the dedicated spam deletion machine I am, however, none of the spam comments from the last 3+ weeks remain on this ThunderJournal. That's just how awesome I am.
And crazy.
