Avery was okay with it, too… We’re just now calling the baby Super Tucker instead of Super Piper. (We do have to correct her some, though…) She’s just excited about having a baby, so she’s all good. Except she’s said, more than once, “Well, next time it will be a girl.” Um, next time??? I think once she gets a tad older she’ll appreciate being the one and only Princess. On both sides of the family… She’s going to be soooo rotten.
We’re beach bound ’til next weekend, and my goal is to come back from the beach rejuvenated and refreshed and ready to pick back up where I left off on the ole bloggity blog. We’ll see… Check back with me next weekend sometime.
Happy 4th, my friends! Have some jello shots and cold beers for me, k? I’m sure the Mister will… Beer that is, not the jello shooters… I don’t usually do jello shots, either. (Not that I won’t, but I normally just go for straight liquor in my shots, thank you… however, offer some up and I’ll gladly squish around and swallow that gelatinous, vodka-y goodness…) As a matter of fact, I don’t think I have had one since my early 20s. Since I went to that old people’s swingers’ party that time, to be exact… And I took them then with a smile, one after another, from one of the grannies with the sequined bikinis on roller skates, with sparklers shooting off them, delivering them around the pool area on trays… My god, I needed all the alcohol I could get that day… Anyway, I digress… Please think of your dear old, blog neglecting friend, Shannie when you’re downing those frosty adult beverages this holiday weekend. I’ll be joining you in about 145 or so days, give or take. Man, I need a ticker….
Oh, and Shannon (MWP,) if you read this (which I don’t know why in the holy hell you would… you’re on vacay for god’s sake…,) call me. I’ll be down in the same area as you, my friend. I could watch you swill frosty adult beverages as we hang out on the beach…. With me in my oh-so-lovely-maternity-bathing-moo-moo…