1 Hey? Anyone else wondering where all of our cats are? We have four cats, Hermione, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley and Harry. I have not seen but Mr. Weasley for the last week. I do know the next door neighbors younger girlfriend was feeding our cats very close to their front door. When she saw me looking at her feeding them one day, she called out to ask if it was OK. Sure, fine, I called back. I guess I should have added Just don't steal them and dress them up like baby dolls and keep them locked in your pink and purple room. Or else the cats sense Ever's arrival and are abandoning ship.
2 Mr. Curry and I spent so long alone in the bedroom the other night Lola asked me if we were going to have another baby. Meaning one besides the one I'm still carrying. We always tell her we are 'making out' which is a graduated level from the 'talking' we were doing when she was 7. Maybe she's on to us.
3 I am extreme makeover pregnancy. I work full time at a daycare. I am 8 months pregnant. The level of violence and screaming going on in a room full of toddlers rivals land wars in Asia. By the end-ish of the day I am so tired I can barely unstick my mouth to curl upwards in a professional smile to greet incoming parentals.
4 Speaking of long periods of making out, when I have sex with my adoring husband, I recently find myself feeling very bovine. Like a large, undulating cow in a dark field with my gynormous udders and stomach swaying over the grains of wheat as I allow my lifemate cow to mount me. Moo.
5 Dakota made a Facebook group called Your Mom. Then he added it to his likes. Then he added it to his relationship, so that on his page it says Dakota is in a relationship with: Your Mom.