This weekend will be 107 here in Sacramento, and in addition to being a sure sign of the apocalypse, that is just too damn hot for real life, so I am off to Jenner where the temperatures promise to be more realistic. This not only makes me more comfortable, but also makes me better than you. So there.
Wife had the first sonogram today, and she is carrying what appears to be lump of blurry play-doh, with a heart. Which is what we were hoping for. Pink for girls, blue for boys, but we get the press that makes spaghetti shapes for our salty blob of dough. This also means I can play catch with him. No crib will be needed, but I will require an airtight can to keep him from drying out. Don’t even get me started on the implications for our carpet.
I’m tired for some reason. Must be the heat.
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I hope Jenner doesn’t get one of those freak magma storms it is known to get.
Put the play-doh down for a nap.
Might want to hold off on using the Kitchenaid mixer, just in case.
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