Almost a month ago, my brother's wife had a son. Last night, my boyfriend's sister had a daughter. My own sister is 40 months pregnant (we in the real world reckon this number to be closer to 8 months, but she puts it at around 40 and we know by now not to argue with her) and hopes to give birth to a child as soon as possible. What gives?
It's raining grasshopper babies
We've been suffering through a terrible heat wave here in the Philly suburbs. (Would you expect anything less from the bowels of hell?) Yesterday morning, as I was driving down the highway on my way to work, I noticed a bright green grasshopper sitting on the tan dashboard of my rental car. I wasn't sure how he'd gotten into the car, or what exactly it was that he might have wanted (he may just have been enjoying the air conditioning), but I was afraid that if he got stuck in the car for the day, he'd either bake to a golden brown or die from hunger. So I cornered him and picked him up and ever so gently threw him out of the window. Godspeed, little grasshopper!
Labels: lack of commitment to celibacy, Lila, Marguerite, Mason
