My daughter is having her bridal shower today.  I hope all the girls will have lots of fun.  I've got a full weekend of work on hand.

Lack of impregnation.  It is true.  Dead Poet's Society II?   No.  Gloucester High Pregnancy Pact.   But I didn't make the cut.  Seems I fell into a "wrong gender" category.  Wish I had known that upfront.  Would have saved me my self-indulgence in my own fantasy that my substantial increase lately in belly girth was due to my imagined participation in a pre-adult teenage-girl life/death pact to birth.  Nothing to do now but have ANOTHER beer.

...to be continued...

It's Sunday.  Sun day.  And I just tawt I taw a puddy tat.  Or at least a stellar binary in radiating redness on the morning's horizon.  Damn, it's a good day to be alive.  Or as Crazy Horse would say everday as he woke and stretched his arms out to the risings suns, "Today is a good day to die!"