(Please excuse the vaguely hominid blobform in the background. I have two theories about what may have happened: 1. I have zero photo-editing skills but a modest amount of integrity, and it seemed rude to post a picture of my uncle on a blog when he doesn’t even use facebook 2. My parents’ house is haunted and my uncle just watched that video from The Ring that blurs pictures of the faces of the damned in the week leading up to their deaths. Both hypotheses are equally plausible.)
Hanging out with Husband , arguing about baby names. Husband’s votes were “Ashley” and “Jennifer”. I let him know that the early 80s called and they want their Top 10 Names back. I suggested “Ryan”. Husband informed me that if I burden our little girl an androgynous name, I will be a single parent by the time she arrives.
When I insisted that “Tierney” is a beautiful name, Husband replied with “It is a beautiful name… for a stripper.”
I may disappear on him at the 8 1/2 month mark and return a few weeks later with a sweet newborn baby and a signed, unalterable birth certificate.