I didn’t have anything to blog about today. Then the newf and I talked about the challenges we’re going to face when we’re ready to have kids – you know, aside from the obvious biological mismatch. As always, he delivered:
Can’t we just go to Africa, find a baby and pretend it’s a wooden statue when we go through customs? And then, “*gasp!* It came alive! CALL GEPPETTO!”.Or…we could just knock up a crack whore who’ll sell her baby for crack! Nine months later, we’ll be all, “Here’s your crack!” and she’ll be all, “Here’s your baby!”
Done deal.
So yeah. I think we’re pretty much set.