The one good thing about kicking off your morning by inadvertently spilling a cup of fresh pee all over a bathroom is that you know your day can only get better from there.
(A note to my ObGyn’s office: For the love of God, get sinks with THICKER EDGES!)
As you may have surmised, I had a prenatal checkup yesterday. And as I am rapidly learning, I’m apparently incapable of getting through one without incident, and hope they don’t think I was trying to get them back for The Glucola Incident. In any case, the day did get better almost immediately, as Peefest ’08 was followed by a glimpse of Kawika at 31 weeks:
I know I’ve been AWOL lately; or --considering my sporadic posting habits-- more AWOL than usual. You see, I’ve been celebrating Passover (specially themed “Ask A Jew” post to follow!), which involves lots of eating, traveling, time with J's family and mine, and of course, using all of my strength to refrain from publicly mocking one of our family members for reading a book during our time together entitled Desperately Seeking a Duke. Did you ever see that episode of Friends where Joey finds Rachel’s trashy book about the vicar? THIS BOOK ACTUALLY HAS A VICAR. And a Marquis! And someone named Rafe! How could I NOT make fun?
Oh, and speaking of awful literature, I must bring this book to your attention. I first heard about My Beautiful Mommy this last week from a friend who works in publishing, and I was HORRIFIED. It's a children’s book which invites you to “join a young girl as her Mommy goes through her plastic surgery experience and learn how the entire family pitches in to help Mommy achieve her beautiful results.”
Um, oh my God?
I seriously never believed there could be a more disturbingly hilarious children’s book than the one about Latawnya, the drug-addicted horse, but clearly I was wrong.
And since I’m all over the place today, you hopefully will not mind if I leave you with a simple -- yet random-- question: Have you ever purposely worn a black bra under a white shirt?