"Get a Job" and Other Things I Can No Longer Say to My Wife

That's right folks!! Sarah is employed! She is finishing her first week at a marketing firm in Kansas City. I haven't seen much of her this week. Not because she is working so much, but because she has been going to bed at 8. I've been staying up with Alli since she has been spending her days in her kennel. We're going to get a gate and see how she does in the kitchen since it's easy to clean up.

AND! We're having a boy!!! Which I totally knew we would since:

1) The Telmans are having a girl and;

B) Sarah and her mom bought a ton of girl stuff.

As Ryan would say, "I'm not the sharpest lightbulb on the combination plate" (I know, I've never been able to figure it out either over the last 15 years, but what are ya going to do? You have to love the enthusiasm in which he delivers it.) But as I stood in the backyard of a stranger and watched Sarah and her mom purchase some 120 odd dollars worth of never/slightly used girl clothing it became clear our fate was sealed (which I will fully admit was a great deal, and a little disappointing that we can't use. It was all GAP, Polo, Carter's, "insert expensive baby clothier here", some with the tag still on). Because that's how my life works. The second Sarah picked-up the first little pink GAP bunny footy pajamas and cried "Awwww!" testosterone was instantly released and our peanut became a he-nut.

In other news, Kurt is coming out for the holiday weekend. Let me repeat, Kurt is coming out to see us. Notice your name was not included (unless you're Kurt, Hi Kurt!). If you would like to remedy the name situation know that you are always invited to God's sauna, I mean Kansas. Ryan and Kara are exempt as they are in their third trimester and Ryun could deliver at any moment. As for the rest of you, for shame...for shame. Especially those of you who live in KS. For Christ's sake, gas is not THAT expensive. *cough*Colorado*cough* Akhem, sorry...I had a mountainous neighboring state in my throat.

And in recognition of said visit by Kurt I will refrain from making fun of him in this post. I appreciate his mother pinning a note to his jacket and putting him on the plane. I promised Barbara that I would be at the airport with a "Mamma's Boy" sign and promptly return him in 3 to 5 business days.

He flooded the basement.

Damn! I just couldn't help myself...sorry Kurt.

I better go before I start bringing up the fact that I caught more fish than my fishing expert of a brother-in-law on the Saturday before Father's Day...I'm just saying...and this time I took the fish off the hook, by myself, which was only slightly traumatic. Who knew bass could draw blood?