Quickly, as it’s the second post tonight, but I had to share my most recent Sign.

Andy just picked me up for coffee on the waterfront, and gave me a big bag o’ baby care stuff, because he “had a feeling” I was pregnant.

For validation of this new sign, minutes later we both sang the words “Crotch Rocckkkeettt” in the same pitch and melody and at the SAME TIME, as we passed part of the Downtown Motorcycle Posse o’ Punks. Heh.

Back to waiting. Now complete with nasal aspirator, tiny nail clippers, and outlet covers.