Vaguely Urban

Friday Flotsam XLV

Me:  The baby is in my guts.

Dave: ???

Me:  It is squishing around inside my innards.  And it doesn't have any frame of reference to know that there's a non-guts life to be had!

Dave:  The baby is in the Matrix.

I laughed almost as hard as I would have laughed if Dave had made a Matrix joke in 1999.  Of course, if Dave had made a Matrix joke in 1999, I wouldn't have heard it, because we didn't know each other then and we lived in different states.  Also, if I had been pregnant in 1999, that would have been problematic.

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Holiday movies!  My super talented comedy screenwriter friend wrote Four Christmases.  If you like laughing, you should go see it.  Much better than Austria, or whatever that Nicole Kidman movie is called.

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VU OUT!

Friday Flotsam XLIV

This weekend is marked with big foil stars on my calendar, which means only one thing: A visit from Matt and Melati.  EEEEE! In anticipation of their visit, Dave, Ginger and I all got haircuts on Thursday.  Only Ginger had her anal glands expressed, though.  As far as I know.

Here are the words that Ginger knows:

1.  Dinner
2.  Breakfast (synonymous with previous, as far as she's concerned)
3.  Walk(y)
4.  Sit
5.  Lie Down
6.  Roll Over
7.  Paw (= shake)
8.  Come
9.  Stay (for a few seconds)
10.  No (also optional)
11. Ramp (as in, use your $150, 4'x3' foam wedge to get down off the bed so that you don't rack up another $500 in vet bills from making flying leaps to the ground)
12. Outside
13.  Go Potty (especially handy on cold nights)
14.  Greenie (the holy grail)
15.  Ginger (identity is everything)

Friday Flotsam XLIII

On this fine Friday I have a court appearance downtown.  It should be a fairly uneventful status conference, no need for oratory.  That said, Friday hearings are a mixed bag.

Pro:  They guarantee a nice chunk of billable hours on a day that is typically lackluster, billing-wise.

Con:  Have to wear a suit on jeans day. 

Pro:  Going to court is kind of the whole point of being a litigator, and it's always a wee thrill.

Con:  Return to work late morning when both parking spaces and bagel selection will be picked over.

I guess at this point I just just count myself lucky that I can pull up my suit pants (with assistance of Bella Band) and not be naked in the courtroom.  It's Week 18 in Gestation Land, and my belly is really starting to assert itself.

Also, may i just say that I am freaking STOKED that I'm going to be birthin this baby during the Obama Presidency?  Hurrah to bringing new life into a newly hopeful nation!