Posts Tagged: Ow

Love

When Dreams Attack

Remember that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom where Kate Capshaw is in the tunnel with all the bugs, and turns over her hand to discover, oh, I don't know, THE SCARIEST THING EVER sitting on her palm?

Love

Can I Just Say?

Yesterday, thanks to a little creature whose very favorite thing is practicing his yowling skills at 2AM, I was so tired that when I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of a meeting, I stood in front of an open sliding door and pawed at the lock like a monkey, trying to figure out how to open...the open sliding door. Someone had to help me. For seriously. Miraculously, the people with whom I was meeting did not immediately have me escorted from the building with a pat on the back and a thankyouverymuchdon'tcalluswe'llcallyou.

(Speaking of this meeting, I have some fantastic news coming up shortly. I am SO FREAKING EXCITED. I'll tell you soon.)

Anyway, today I feel slightly less tired. I think I'll be able to manage opening doors without assistance, at the very least.

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Baby

I Cried In Babies ‘R’ Us

The thing about being the very first of your friends to get pregnant is this:

1. Very, very few of them want to talk about babies (I don't blame them; I'm pregnant and I don't particularly want to talk about babies either...except I sort of have to, because I have never, ever been around an infant and have a bit to learn)...


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