I wonder where that expression comes from? There is this fabulous book that can tell you, only I forgot the name of it. Next time I come across it I think I'm going to have to buy it. Anyway. I was going to wait. A long time. Maybe forever. I don't like people coming up and hugging me, smiling and saying congratulations, or asking me questions. But Damm was talking to his recruiter about insurance. And he mentioned something that he should've told the recruiter was non-repeatable, because 5 minutes later the recruiter told Damm's mother (I have no earthly idea why he's talking to her-I keep forgetting to ask). After that I had to tell my mother. We haven't told any extended family members because there are quite a few here celebrating Damm's mother's graduation and that would be the worst form of torture I can imagine. So yeah, I'm knocked up again :P And this time I'm getting the t-shirt. "It" is due August 11. I have not been to a doc...
Two of we, plus three of ours, makes five of us.
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I see blogs by knitters, people making their own socks, out of fun and funky yarns and stuff, and I get jealous. I want to know how to do things like that. To be the self-sufficient one who can make her own new socks when her steel-toe boots wear holes in the old ones, instead of buying a package of 10 pair at the store which just seem to fall apart faster each time.