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Oh Happy Day

I got to visit with my sister in law today and I am so happy about that. I never get to see her because I'm always working nights and weekends and she works days so yeah, it sucks. She's due to have her first child, a girl, on February 28th. I told her to be careful, it's a leap year coming. I miss not being able to visit with her and talk about her pregnancy and how she's doing. I mean emails aren't the same ya know? I'm more of a face to face kinda person (unless I don't like you, then emails are fabulous).

When I was pregnant, I loved it and loved to talk about it. OK, that's a rather stupid statement. I love to talk about anything really. It's true. Ask my friends what I do the most and they'll say talk. It's a talent.

I'm going to maker her a blanket so that she and the babe can snuggle together on those cold ass March nights. Yikes, Minnesota blows when it's winter. There's a joke in there somewhere but my brain can't think of anything right now.

Even though the Vikes lost (my dad will never let us hear the end it I'm sure), and even though Peterson is injured, it was a good day.

Note to self: have more good days please.

Duly noted.


Anonymous said…
Oh I heart you to! I agree we need to have more days like that, to bad you still had to go to work, grrrrrr.

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