I'm looking forward to the birth of new buffista sprog, and the posting of more baby pictures.

And now, I'm gonna write a paper. On a Saturday.

You and me both, Shir.

Good morning- it's a beautiful day here, which is nice. What is not so nice is, in addition to being wildly inconvenienced by the city pouring concrete sidewalks on our street, a group of punk ass kids decided it would be a great idea to leave their mark on the sidewalk in front of our house. No one else's! So we had three giant sets of initials to deal with this morning. Tom is PISSED.

Since the cement is still relatively fresh (though dry) we were able to sand it down some, and hopefully the elements will take care of the rest. Although the sidewalk is still far from pristine, at least the vandalism is not quite so raw and obvious.

Tom thinks we were targeted intentionally, but I have no idea why- I/we have had pretty much ZERO interaction with anyone between the ages of 5 and 25 since we moved in here! The only thing I can think of are the various driveway blocking shenanigans (3)- one ended with a call to the cops, who found the parker and had him move (no ticket or tow), one where Tom spoke to the person as they left, and one where we left a somewhat annoyed note. (that person was completely in front of our driveway, not just hanging out over one side.)

Maybe one of the kids was a parking idiot we had to school.

And now, I'm gonna write a paper. On a Saturday.

You and me both, Shir.

Me three! Actually, I'm going to attempt TWO papers today. We'll see how that goes.

Nora, that SUCKS. What idiots.

Oh, dear. I am working today, and there is a public patron here who tells me that she has fired umpteen lawyers over the 11 years her case has been going on because they were all incompetent so she is going to do it herself. She tells me she was fired, and they made stuff up about her including the fact that she smelled bad.

I am here to tell you that they didn't make that part up.

Now, smelly patrons are part of the librarian job, so I try to take it in stride -- but it's going to be 90 degrees here today and she is dressed in a black polyester suit with a scarf on, and with the heightened sense of smell that pregnancy gives me, I'm really hoping she leaves.

Bad librarian.

Come on, you guys, it's for science.

Well, anything to help the cause. Count me in.

I think it's cool that we can see that s/he has hair and get 3D pictures.

That is very cool. They didn't have the fancy stuff 15 years ago when my last baby was born. Awesome.

DH is redoing my utility room. We had to drag out the washer to work on it, so he got carried away and drug out everything including the utility sink and vinyl floor. Now he is painting, to be followed by new flooring. Whee! Doing laundry will be so much more pleasant. [link]

While I was at it I also uploaded the team pictures of my other 11 sons. DH's basketball team. [link]

eta: Poor Sparky! Can you put something pleasant smelling close at hand?

Can you put something pleasant smelling close at hand?

There's really nothing around here that could cover this. What I have done is moved to my office, to work from there, where I can open some windows if she comes back. Fortunately, it's not 90 outside, yet.

Oh, man, Sparky, that's horrid. Isn't there some very important yet obscure volume you can send her off to hunt down? Something she'll need hours to track down and pore over at the opposite end of the library?

Gnyargh. When I think about you working Saturdays with smelly patrons, and the stingy maternity leave they're giving you, I don't like your work at all. Anyone lucky enough to employ you ought to be treating you much better than that.

Lots of ~ma to Wallybee and the wee bee. IIRC, my water broke less than 24 hours after Matilda's head engaged.

When I first started working for doctors, women over 40 with a first pregnancy were called "elderly primagravidas." "Advanced maternal age" may not be utterly fabulous, but it's a vast improvement over that and "geriatric."

Still waiting for ups. Actors arrive in about an hour. Should be a fun morning. I think this is 12th ring of hell.

Going into what should be a fairly unpleasant conference call. Do not want.

It's a beautiful Saturday. People should not be having such crappy days and tasks!