Pregnant Conversations

I'm not sure what the deal is, but every time I sit down to write something this week I find myself wandering out to the kitchen to find something to eat instead. And by something I mean anything, but that's a whole other post that won't write itself because I'll catch hell for getting vanilla icing on the keyboard. Where was I going with this? Besides the kitchen? Whatever. I may not have anything to write, but I've always got my wife.

10:30pm

Supreme Leader: I want some cherries.
Me: It's January.
SL: You can still get them.
Me: For what, a thousand dollars a pound?
SL: You don't love me.

Supremely Pregnant Leader: My belly feels distended.
Me: Your belly is distended.
SPL: Thanks.
Me: I'm a lot of help, aren't I?
SPL: You're a bastard.

*Update: Ok, when I said I wasn't writing I should have been more specific and said I haven't been writing posts. I've got a new story up at the Zombie News Network if you're interested. It's short.

Week 16

Phone rings

Me: Hello?
Supreme Leader: Before you come home, pick me up a chicken wing and a glazed donut.
*click*
Me: Hello?

Congratulations!

One of my co-workers is having a boy soon. I got this card for her. It's not quite Hallmark, but I think it's special just the same.


I know, I know, don't get all weepy. I'm just a very caring man, in touch with his feelings.

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