I was in my husband's office the other day... meaning, the room in our house in which his stuff is, and he had my blog up on his screen. He checks my blog often... he likes to read all of the comments.. He even has made a comment of his own. I bet you can't guess his comment name.....hmmm???? He always gives me feedback on my blog and tells me if he thinks I have gone a little "over the top", WHO? ME???? UnHeARD oF! (the nerve) . Anywho, I am getting sidetracked here. (I have been thinking about giving him publishing rights.. BAD Idea? Or good Idea?)
When I was looking over his shoulder I saw on my blog the babycam/gadget whatever and it said, 80 days..... 80 DAYS??? Here, all this time on MY computer it has been counting UP in weeks! (Such a sly way of coming about a baby--- But countin' it down baby.. ain't so sly) I felt a sudden surge of panic as I thought about how very little "girl" material I have in the baby department. Abby is 7!! Was I really supposed to keep her baby clothes for 7 YEARS? (My husband answers, YES, to this question) Anywho... I am feelin' a little desperate. I mean, the Holidays are upon me we have one set of parents coming in for Thanksgiving (does anyone else wonder where the last turkey's beak is?) and another set coming for Christmas... not to mention the hoopla just to get ready for those holidays and then there is that other wee tiny fact that we have been outta work... what's a girl to do? I better get my act together, or she might have to go nekkid or wrapped in a BLUE blanket until I can get a grip after the holidays. Oy!