Working the kinks out of the new theme. Maybe one day will also be working on new post. Maybe. 
I know Michelle hates this theme, but the last one (which I LOVED!) got hacked. 
So to the people who were getting slammed with ads for free drugs and Michael Jordan’s gambling addiction (wtf?!) — sorry!
Besides, I’m moving to The Land of Endless Summer next week and I could use something that reminds me autumn is still actually happening out there in some parts of the world.
So I ran a search for nursing nightgowns on Amazon and came across this gem: Cupless Dress
Shucks, I’d have bought it if only it came in pink. 
With Mr. L gone and training with the Air Force, I find myself with a significant amount of free time these days. So what better time than now to start a Sex and the City marathon? Indeed. I’m well into season three now and have discovered several flaws with my plan:
They’re constantly eating. Every episode has at least three restaurant/dining scenes and do you know what that does to a pregnant woman?! I’m constantly going, “Oh, cake! Spaghetti! I love spaghetti! Hmm, I need to add biscotti to my grocery list…” It’s insane. Fortunately I’ve somehow managed to lose eight pounds since I found out I was knocked up but I have a feeling my recent television habit might change that.
They’re constantly having sex. Clearly this comes as no surprise but in the past I’ve always thought it was a lot more plot than sex. Turns out, when you haven’t gotten any in six plus weeks and you have no hope of getting any for six more plus weeks, it’s a lot more sex than plot. The torment!
Carrie and Mr. Big. He’s so hot. So, so hot. Did I mention I’m not getting any? Have I mentioned that L reminds me of Mr. Big? Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, athletic build, undeniably sexy… wait, where was I? Huh, I just realized: Mr. L, Mr. Big. Hell, even my subconscious thinks they share similarities.
Now, pardon me as I help myself to a midnight snack of baked ziti. Among other things. 
Excerpt from CNN news story regarding the birth of Jamie Lynn Spears’ daughter:
The father is Casey Aldridge, a pipe-layer from Liberty, Mississippi.
Oh, he lays the pipe alright. *snicker*
Wanna see the changes that pregnancy brings on? You can keep up here - link to be added to the side bar soon.
As Broad is no longer discussing politics on her site, I guess it’s up to me to bring to your attention this current act of flagrancy upon our rights, as brought to you by the Republican Rep. from Ohio:
When is our government going to realize that they cannot control or dictate the people’s right to show affection and love? This is not WRONG, people, it is an act of LOVE. Just because it does not fit in with your uptight version of the birds and the bees does not make it a CRIME.
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