Oops! I meant to come right back and answer your questions for real, but then I got sidetracked and I totally forgot.
#1 This was the day I went into labor. It was in the afternoon and I had my first contraction at midnight.
#2&3 Yup - she's 1! I can't believe it either.
#4 What the crap are you talking about? gas mileage?
#5 The tattoo was a rub-on. I still think I'd like a small, unnoticeable tattoo, but NOT a big flaming tattoo on a stomach bound to shrink and shrivel, which it did. I can only imagine how hideous it would look if that had been a real tattoo. My doctor loved it. I was going every week and was 1 week past due when I delivered. It as becoming routine: lay back, lift the shirt, bare the belly...whoaNelly!
But how did I go from the bathroom stall to fake tattoos? The hand of God. He truly made me a new creature. I can't begin to describe how thankful I am (or how changed.)
Gas mileage...I forget not everyone speaks TwoAcreWoodish. It's from Home Alone - that neighbor kid asking all the questions about the airport shuttle van that gets mistakenly counted for their kid.
4 comments:
How far along were you in that pic? When's Sarah's birthday? Surely she's not going to be one soon? Does it get good gas mileage?
:)
And how does one go from eating lunch in a bathroom stall to getting a flaming tattoo?
QuestionS, QUESTIONS...ELLA HIT CAPS LOCK. i'D BETTER GO NOW.
Are you back on caffeine?
Oops! I meant to come right back and answer your questions for real, but then I got sidetracked and I totally forgot.
#1 This was the day I went into labor. It was in the afternoon and I had my first contraction at midnight.
#2&3 Yup - she's 1! I can't believe it either.
#4 What the crap are you talking about? gas mileage?
#5 The tattoo was a rub-on. I still think I'd like a small, unnoticeable tattoo, but NOT a big flaming tattoo on a stomach bound to shrink and shrivel, which it did. I can only imagine how hideous it would look if that had been a real tattoo. My doctor loved it. I was going every week and was 1 week past due when I delivered. It as becoming routine: lay back, lift the shirt, bare the belly...whoaNelly!
But how did I go from the bathroom stall to fake tattoos? The hand of God. He truly made me a new creature. I can't begin to describe how thankful I am (or how changed.)
Gas mileage...I forget not everyone speaks TwoAcreWoodish. It's from Home Alone - that neighbor kid asking all the questions about the airport shuttle van that gets mistakenly counted for their kid.
And nope, no caffeine :) Since Sept. 25th!
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