Cutest. Puppeh. Video. EVER.
The FEETS, people, the feets! And the shtoompy legs! And the seepy eyes! And the floofiness! And the floppity ear! And the wee pink tongue!
*gack*
Another nail in the coffin of proper etiquette...the fading away of the RSVP. What is it with the lowly RSVP that causes people to shun it so? I've had three instances in which invitations for an event were mailed with a clearly stated request for a reply. In each situation, I had to track down many of the invitees and see if each was planning to grace the event with their presence. And, in each, I had people who declined the invite show up, and people who said they would come but did not.
My crochet group had a meetup today at a local yarn shop, but I could not drag my carcass out of bed this morning to attend. We had an interesting event last night at the casita that caused me to be up well past 3 a.m.
I'm now 30 weeks pregnant with our baby girl. Things are generally going well. She has been very active, kicking and punching me on a regular basis. My husband can now feel her move, mostly on my left side where she kicks. I've tried to explain to him how it feels- it's not painful at all, but it's certainly disconcerting sometimes. My best comparison for most of the movement is that it feels like the strong gut rumbles that signal trouble down below.
"You have to forget about what other people say- when you're supposed to die, when you're supposed to be loving. You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven."