My cousin is 4 days past her due date and I keep watching Facebook for updates. BABIES EVERYWHERE!!!!

when the bank teller, that is, finally agreed to issue it to me even though my husband wasn't there.

Ah, that so reminds me of when I went shopping for my first new car. We were still living in Nashville and it was for a Jeep, the combination of which caused the salesguy to continually ignore me in favor of speaking to Lewis despite the fact that Lewis kept saying, "The car's for her-- seriously dude, she's the one buying it and if you don't want to lose the commission, you'd better start speaking to her."

Guy wasn't too bright. Still speaking to Lewis, he said something about the Jeep having a really cherry V-6-- that's when I turned and walked away with Lewis, the guy following after us saying, "What? What?"

That's when I turned and said, "It's got an inline six, you moron. I'll be damned if I'm buying a car from a guy who a) can't pull his head out of his ass long enough to speak to the customer and b) doesn't even know what he's selling."

Good times.

I found out about a friend's newbie on FB just yesterday. Facebook members, double up on your contraception!

Yikes! What a horrible way to die.

Former All-Star pitcher Mark Fidrych suffocated after his clothes became entangled with a spinning part on the truck he was working on, Massachusetts authorities said Thursday.

He was lynched by a driveshaft.

Also, what's with the spate of baseball deaths?

Um, WHAT.

True story. He said he couldn't issue the check because my husband wasn't there. We had a very serious chat with his supervisor.

How are you feeling in the homestretch of the pregnancy?

Belly huge. Shoes unreachable.

That's when I turned and said, "It's got an inline six, you moron. I'll be damned if I'm buying a car from a guy who a) can't pull his head out of his ass long enough to speak to the customer and b) doesn't even know what he's selling."

If Cass ever gets hold of a TARDIS this will be one of the first ten or twenty things she'll go and watch.

True story. He said he couldn't issue the check because my husband wasn't there. We had a very serious chat with his supervisor.

This is TARDIS worthy too. 4 realz.

One of my coworkers years ago was about your size, Sparky. Late in her pregnancy, her husband was out of town for a week. She'd come to work in slippers or barefoot and get her boss to put her shoes on her (why she didn't have more slip on shoes, I don't know.) We learned this when he left a meeting early saying " I have to go put Betty's shoes on."

NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR GMAIL TO TELL ME IT IS UNREACHABLE.

Also, what's with the spate of baseball deaths?

As with everything in baseball, I blame both the DH and Bud Selig.

Sarameg, deep breaths, deep breaths.