1) I cannot stop using “Shitballs!” as an expletive. Missed some dirty dishes? Oh, shitballs! Can’t find a parking spot at the grocery store? Shitballs! (This replaces “mercy pie” as my new go-to phrase, which is OK, although a recipe called “Mercy Pie” sounds a lot yummier than a recipe called… eechhh, anyway…)
2) Another thing that makes D (my dear friend/spiritual advisor/personal Dear Abby) the Almighty D: she reminded me that while stealing a baby is in fact cheaper than IVF, it is illegal. Thanks, D!
3) Related to point 2 – on Tuesday I will talk to the financial advisor lady at the Million Dollar Baby Doctor’s office. Have now decided that the Money Lady is going to ask for vast sums of money that I do not have. (For Xmas, can I have cash? And lots of it?) I would say that the best part about waiting is funneling my anxiety into dreaming up new and creative ways things can go to hell.
4) Oh hey, good news! Remember the post about a week ago where where I got all navel-gazey and said I felt there were two doors in front of me, blah blah blah? Things are better and now there’s only the one door. Yay!