Assuming there's a God & he poops, it must taste just like Chick-O-Sticks. That's to say: fucking amazing. Nectar, Ambrosia, Chick-O-Sticks.
Enjoyed my first glass of milk in, what, four months? The second, not as much. Still, I should do that more often.
After reviewing said to-do list: More long days ahead. Doctor gives us "two or three more weeks" til we meet Jack, so hope that'll be 'nuff.
Starting to worry that my to-do list is a lot longer than Jessa can hold Jack in. Fine on the baby side, but might stay late at work awhile.
Finding it hard to GTA with an 8 y/o in the room & maintain any sense of parental responsibility. Flew heli for 20m; bailed; splat; bedtime.
Chocolate meringues verdict: not that good. I'm blaming it on humidity.
Cody & I are making chocolate meringues on a lazy Sunday. 20 minutes til we find out how good they are.
Surprisingly pleasant (not hungover) morning. Had an enjoyable, if not slightly bizarre, time at a coworker's party last night. Good times.
Did I fail to mention that they still haven't shut off our cable yet? We're not paying for it, so it begs the question of intent.
I can't help but to find Bill Bellamy, like, you know, the worst tv host ever.