Enter the random bullet points floating around my brain:
- No big Army news. I don’t expect there to be any until August, and it’s really freaking/bumming me out. Once the promotion list comes out, you’ll either be reading a huge sigh of relief from me, or a very, very, very freaked out post about what we will do when S’s 4 year contract runs out. I was feeling very confident in S getting promoted, but with the whole South Carolina thing, I’ve pretty much given up being hopeful. It’s going to be a long 6-10 weeks (depending on when the stupid thing is released.
- No. More. Babies. I am not doing this pregnancy thing again. We don’t care that we won’t have a penis-bearing child, and we won’t be trying to conceive one the “old-fashioned way.” Adoption is in the plans, so if male genitalia is meant for our future, it will have to come from that particular avenue.
- I expected to be more excited about the Spare Heir after our anatomy scan last week, but I don’t think I am as excited as I was with E, not by a long shot. I’m not sure if this is an example of my memory being a little hazy, or if the “great unknown” is no longer a factor, so it’s all just less exciting.
- No. We haven’t decided on a name.
- We are getting a/c. I know, I know, this seems like something I would have side-eyed, myself, too, but for some reason, people in the Pacific Northworst hate comfort. Our neighbor has a couple of window units (one of which is HUGE and meant to cool an entire small house) he was going to sell on Craigslist, but he and S struck a deal, and they are now ours. Of course, this now means that Washington will have the coldest summer it has experienced in 100 years. Just watch. The rest of Washington? You’re welcome.
- My brother is restoring a 1967 (?) Mustang. He looked up the VIN, and turns out, it was one of only 80 made that year–it’s a special order Playboy Pink edition that someone painted over. I think he should repaint it the original color. He wants to make it blue. Pink would be so much better, plus it has a cool story.
- Frozen Costco Key Lime pie. Again, you’re welcome.
- And to round out the worst post ever, I have to share E’s newest phrase because I love it. “I can’t like it.” Usually, she says this when she doesn’t like whatever she was given for dinner. She also uses it when she doesn’t want something. “I can’t want it.” It’s hilarious. And awesome. Which she will tell you. “I’m Awesome!” (Oh, and she totally yells “To Hell With Georgia!” followed by “Go Jackets!”). We created a winner.
