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We went. We saw. It kicked our behinds. My ankles look like Princess Fiona’s. I am going to bed for a few days.
We went. We saw. It kicked our behinds. My ankles look like Princess Fiona’s. I am going to bed for a few days.

Today I scrubbed and readied the crib. Tomorrow I tempt fate by spending the day visiting the attractions in Chattanooga with the Girl Scouts. 
I gave Doug one decision to make on his own about our son’s imminent birth. He chose the notably fair and unbiased Internet (can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?) as his only source in making said decision. I think he needs to expand his search for information as I want this decision made and acted or not acted upon before we leave the hospital. Feel free to post your opinions here or on his blog. He doesn’t just need male opinions either. There is no reason for hysterics or hurling insults even though this is a very sensitive topic. It took us two months to decide what to do about Amy’s frenulum (eventually I decided and acted on my own) and we don’t have that kind of time for this decision.
After a week of rain we are thinking about building an ark. If the rain ever stops our yard will look like a rain forest, complete with dinosaur-sized mosquitos.
I am so happy that we bought Sarah a cell phone. She is getting older and spending more time away from her family, so it is important to me that she always be able to get in touch with us in case she has a problem. Yes, as I look at the half a dozen pictures she has sent me of her nostrils this afternoon, I feel that this was a sound financial investment.
I borrowed (ok, stole) this from Ficken Chingers because I was already trying to remember all of the concerts I have attended. Here is how it works. Copy this list. Leave in the bands you’ve seen perform live. Delete the ones you haven’t and add new ones that you have seen until you reach 25. One asterisk means the previous person had it on their list. Two asterisks means the last two people who did this before you had that band on their list.
1. Pink Floyd
2. The Who
3. Three Dog Night
4. Peter Noone (Herman’s Hermits)
5. Gary Puckett
6. ZZ Top
7. Hank Williams Jr.
8. Jimmy Buffett
9. Tom Petty
10. Lyle Lovett
11. AC/DC
12. Burt Bacharach
13. KC & the Sunshine Band
14. Joe Walsh
15. The Monkees
16. Beach Boys
17. Adam Ant
18. The Police
19. Yes
20. Billy Joel
21. Paul Simon
22. Creedence Clearwater Revival
23. The Romantics
24. Starship
25. BJ Thomas
I know there are more but remembering all the shows I saw at Mud Island is hard(probably because they serve mixed drinks). Ok, your turn!
The midwife said I can go to Chattanooga on Saturday if I want to but I should sit out on some of the walking. Sounds good to me. I think I may skip the narrow and slippery walk down into Ruby Falls. The midwife claims that the baby will be here in one to two weeks but she isn’t taking into account his father’s tendency toward procrastination. The baby has dropped but I am only 1 centimeter. The number is meaningless anyway, since once this baby decides it is time, the floodgates will open quickly. When told all of this, Doug gasped and muttered a curse word. I bet Doug would turn down sex if I offered it tonight. In fact, he has been eager for me to lie on the couch and do nothing lately. He had a brief moment of excitment when I told him there are medications that can help stop labor. He disguised his disappointment that I can’t take the meds and stay pregnant for 40+ weeks so he has more time to prepare. I’m not sure which of us is more unbalanced/hormonal right now.
Dear Inventor of Glitter,
I can think of nothing nice to say to you right now. Your product should be illegal to minors. There is no good way to clean your product and it stays around worse than meth residue. In fact, I am considering calling in a toxic waste clean-up specialist to remove the sparkles from everywhere in my house. You should offer financial grants for the victims of your product so that they can hire professional assistance for glitter removal. Until then, may you be visited by an army of pre-teen girls armed with buckets of glitter and no common sense.
Thank you,
Cathy

Doug has yet another volunteer activity. He is now the neighborhood possum relocater. You can’t tell from the picture but this little guy is about the size of a baby guinea pig. I wanted to pet him but I actually learned from my chipmunk experience. 

That looks pretty relaxing to me. 