Good bread, good meat, good God, let’s eat

This is the portion of the program where we all bow our heads in praise for my brother’s girlfriend Ashley, who brought me such wonderful baby things in such copious quantities that it really is like a dream come true. And yes, I was dorky enough to say that out loud.

I made everyone in the house sit and watch as I went through the duffel bags, one teeny-tiny item at a time, and cooed over everything. She has excellent taste and a big heart.

Turkey dinner yesterday was phenomenal, of course, and soon I will be posting a photo of the image that appeared on my sister’s dinner plate. We’re thinking of selling it on eBay.

Later in the evening Iain, mom, dad and I watched two episodes of ‘Whose Line’ and then went to bed, where I stared at the ceiling for about five hours enduring baby kicks.

This morning we ate homemade cinnamon buns, and then Mandy came over for a little two-person baby shower at the aforementioned Beaner’s. She gave me a hand-quilted quilt her mom made for me [her mom is practically my mom] and I cried a little in front of the other coffeehouse patrons, but didn’t really care. Then we had the missing-purse fiasco also previously mentioned. I had turkey soup for dinner, closely followed by a can of Mountain Dew [highly, HIGHLY stupid of me] and several cups of Chex Mix. Then we had a massive game of Trivial Pursuit, wherein we bent the rules enough so that Iain and I read all the questions and were allowed to “freelance” as contestants when we got questions we knew. I can’t remember who won.

And I tried to nap and then I petted the dog and everyone played Scrabble and Iain almost won and then I wrote a dumb blog entry and then I wrote this one, which isn’t much better, and now I should reallllllllly be thinking about trying to go to sleep, because no TV and no beer make Homer something-something.

November 26, 2004 | Filed Under daily grind