Saturday, August 23, 2008

I Don't Mean Maybe

Well, it has finally come to pass, as foretold in Revelations. Ironman and Goldilocks have had IronBoy. No names or details on this blog, other than that it's a boy. Of course all of our love goes out to them, and I hope everything goes smoothly.

In case you missed it, The Directrix also popped one off a short while back, and she and her little family are doing well.

It really almost amounts to peer-pressure, doesn't it? All these babies?

Son starts "big boy school" (Kindergarten) on Monday. Big yellow bus and everything. I'm, like, all choked up about it. I may be too emotionally distraught to maintain my usual, clockwork-like blogging schedule. Try to contain yourselves.