Okay,
me and the birth center are officially dating. Now how do I break
up with my OB? I have a feeling this decision is going to invoke
a funny reaction among friends, parents, practitioners. And all
I'll have to say about that is that for one of the first times in
my life it's all about me and I can do whatever the heck I want.
===
Now
that Gray has a job at a place that's an actual huge corporation
and not a dinky hole in the wall upstart, he got a good Christmas
gift this year. He came home the other night and said, "I got
something today that's going to make you happy." To which I
said because it rarely does, "Nothing ever makes me happy."
He said, "It's something I got as a present today." I
was envisioning golf balls and tins of cookies or soaps and sort
of inwardly rolling my eyes when he put a little box in my hand.
A good start: too small to be soaps! I opened it and it was a 30
gig video iPod. Oooooooh. And since he could care less about gadgets
and technology, which is funny given what he does, he signed over
its pink slip right then and there and I am now its official owner-slash-lover/operator.
Sure beats the pants off my 20 gig 3rd gen clickwheel from three
years ago. I mean I can carry around episodes of The Office in my
pocket now!
Don't
sue me, Corbis.
===
It's
time for Christmas hiatus now, so here's wishing everyone a relaxing
and peaceful end of the year. We've got a lot of family-and-friend
visiting on our agenda (I just mistyped 'agendy'. I like that better)
agendy in the next 8 days, including guests here, and I hope we
survive it. Happy holidays to you and yours and I hope you give
and get good presents.
