Yeah, you know when I said that with the very generous salary I've been given here, after I pay the nanny I take home $10/week? I wasn't exaggerating for effect. It's just over $10/week.
I'm mainly working for the psychic income.
Which wasn't so good today. My boss, who is a very cool person, has been diagnosed with prostate cancer. And a colleague's son was killed in Iraq.
I've got Edward Tufte's poster about PowerPoint hanging right outside my cube.
Spidra! Edward Tufte is my sekrit boyfriend!
This is perhaps a not inopportune time to announce that, sane or not, mr. flea and I are expecting our second child in mid-late July. Project Baby 2.0 is codenamed the Armadillo.
Anyway, since Cash is in the home stretch, somebody's got to fill the "pregnant buffista" niche. I am fine if tired and ravenously hungry, early ultrasounds show something not unlike an armadillo, and Casper doesn't really know yet.
(x-posted with Natter)
Congratulations to flea and family! Much easy-pregnancy~ma to you, flea.
Huzzah to the flea family!!!!!
Yay, flea!!!! Woot! More Buffista sprog for the take-over-the-world plan!
Yay flea!!!! That is great news.
Congratulations, flea family!
Sweet little flealings galore!
Congratulations!