Not much action to report at the moment. After last night's fireworks and frenzy of nesting behavior, birthin' progress has ground to a halt. As Markle Sparkle says, we've been downgraded to Def-Con 2. We're learning a lot by watching This Old House reruns. Especially thrilling: the profile gauge, which allows the user to instantly trace the outlines of whatever curvy or irregular shape you have handy. No shortage of curviness around here.
The crib brigade swooped to the rescue earlier with a home delivery. The cats would like to extend their deep appreciation for what they expect will become their sumptuous new sleeping quarters.
The dog has been on high alert all day. Will the suspense never end?
Our trusty friend Sample Bear has offered to fill in as understudy for carseat practice. Looking good, Sample Bear.
Now we're watching the Weapons of Independence Armageddon Destruction Day Channel's Saturday Night Movie. In which a hurtling asteroid threatens our very American way of life, and when the fed's best and brightest are stymied, our planet's only hope is a misfit team of roughneck drillers led by Harry Stamper.
Listen up, baby. You have many life lessons to learn from this man.
"Six billion people on the planet. Why'd you call me?"
Check your math, Bruce. That's six billion and one.
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