Thirteen for a Thursday

Let's see if I can scrawl thirteen coherent sentences that have Nothing to Do with Pregnancy. 1.) Our cable package does not include New England Sports Network. Ergo, I cannot watch le Red Sox.  I don't go to bars.  I'm too preg--shoot--I don't have the opportunity to go to games.  The deprivation is real.

2.) I had the best sandwich of my sammy-eating life today.  It was from here. It was called Farmer's Lunch.

3.) I used to own a lot more hats than I do now, but I wear my limited collection on the regular.

4.) Patio sets are on my mind.

5.) Smiling people toting yoga mats and looking cute in their lululemon pants cause me to feel irrationally annoyed.

6.) All the reviews said "Coco Before Chanel" was base and boring, but I disagree.  How could you go wrong with Audrey Tautou?

7.) I have recently been working on a project that has me squirreling away in my office and trolling through archives and it gives me so! much! pleasure!!

8.) I absolutely adore well-stocked mini-marts.  There is one near our house that my friend Lucia calls a "lotto spa" because it's like an oasis for scratch-ticket addicts.  That said, it has one of the most impressive candy counters, always has Diet Dr. Pepper in stock, a full selection of Slush Puppy flavors, and is clean and spacious.  Big fan.

9.)Why is gold trading all the rage?  For what purpose is all this gold being used?

10.) My brother left me a voicemail on Sunday and I have yet to call him back.  I have mad guilt about this.

11.) My daughter suddenly loves pretending that she is swimming in a swimming pool when she takes a tubby.  The funny thing is that she hasn't been swimming in a real swimming pool (not a wave or wading pool) since she was...six months-old?

12.) I never watch "Dr. Phil" but I borrow his trademark, "How's that workin' out for ya?"  I think it's funny and useful.

13.) This picture was taken a thousand years ago. In June 2008.

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Dear Praying People

The FamiLee could use a prayer right now.  Oh, not for me.  Or my belly baby.  We're staying put.  Fetus Baby knows that Mama has to give a final and collect papers and answer groveling e-mails about why she has to be such a witch and not grant extensions of mercy BECAUSE TWO THINGS WAIT FOR NO ONE:  DEATH AND DILATION, SONNY!  We could use a prayer for Baby Girl, though.  She's experiencing the inevitable regression of a toddler-not-yet-a-woman precariously teetering on that precipice of Big Sisterdom.  Who wouldn't need to yank out the infantile rattles and ask to be rocked at intervals of every 2 hours every night and suddenly revert to some cryptic cavegirl code of, "Ahenna wanna flum wum wahhhh" when you and I know that girlfriend just wants another pack of fruit snacks--a request for which she is totally capable of articulating???? Poor Baby Girl.  She knows her world is about to get rocked.

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We know in time, though, she'll be singin' and slingin' like a seasoned sister.

sling (Huge Huzzahs to my awesome neighbor mama friends who pitched in for a new Moby wrap for me and a wee one for Baby Girl).