Random Notes

Someone told me Thursday, “Oh, you’re so big. Are you sure you’re not having twins?”
I smiled, grit my teeth and curtly replied, “Yes, we’re pretty sure” instead of “At least I have an excuse,” which is what I would have preferred to say.

Proof that Dave is also pretty cool himself: When I got home from work Friday to grab him and pick up our newly fixed wagon, he had printed out maps and menus to a number of restaurants on the Lake so that we could spend the evening driving our car on some curvy country roads and watch the sun set. Not bad, huh?


Blogger KC said...

My wife's going through that -- looks like beach ball under her shirt, and nobody thinks it's just one kid. But, it is. :)

10:12 AM  

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