Sometimes I Tweet so much that I forget how to blog. True story.
And I’ve been Tweeting so much lately (a lot of time on my hands? no) that I just haven’t had anything substantial to blog about. This post included. Please accept my apology in advance.
Turns out, I got really involved in this upcoming community event that Jeff is cooking in and now I’m Tweeting for the organization the fundraiser supports and then I am doing a Live Tweet thingie the night of the event – June 27. My birthday!
So yeah, there’s that – less than 10 days until I’m the big 2 – 6. I sort of want to skydive, we’re considering doing Taste of Chicago again this year, or I’ll just take one of those watch thingies that tell me how far I’ve hiked or biked and maybe my pace.
I spent the day with my prego BFF early this week and was relieved to find out that even with a baby bump she’s the same person. She waddles a little and I feel like a creepo because all I want to do is look at her adorably cute pregnant body. For a few small minutes during the day on Monday, especially when I observed her down an ice cream bar from scrub clothes on the couch, I considered what it might like to be pregnant. I’m so not ready, but she does make pregnancy look good. Maybe I could do that.
Tina said the baby kicks now, that she can feel her inside but daddy can’t feel her outside. I asked so many questions. The baby is just less than one pound and about 11 inches long, she’ll be able to open and close her eyes in just two short weeks from now. Anywho. And she’s getting a super cool lime green room. Jealous!
What else? OH! My journalism teacher (and self proclaimed mentor) from college had an affair with the police chief. Home wrecker.
