It's nice when people understand how life works.
Let me give you an example.
My brother just said, "I'm going to get a pizza for lunch. Do you guys want to eat it with me?"
You guys = our cousin Travis and me.
We said yes.
It seems we have a hard time escaping for lunch around here, and when someone is actually pro-active enough to get lunch we all jump on the lunch bandwagon.
(Where does this phrase 'jump on the bandwagon' come from?)
"What kind of pizza do you want? Pepperoni or Hawaiian?"
I chose Hawaiian.
Ben said, "Trav, what do you want?"
And then before Travis had a chance to respond Ben said this,
"Actually it doesn't matter. Noelle already said what she wanted and we pretty much just have to go with that."
See? My brother understands how life works.
In other news...
Because I'm sure you just wait on pins and needles for my other news...
That little daughter of mine is going to give me gray hair...or is it grey hair?
I never know how to spell gray/grey.
The nurse who was monitoring her heart this morning asked us, "Does she normally have an irregular heartbeat?"
Noooo...no she doesn't.
"Hmmm...okay, well...we'll just have the doctor look at it."
The perinatologist came in and watched and listened for a minute.
"I'm 99.9% certain it's not a problem...and that it's unrelated to her other heart problems," is what she told us.
"But I'll call the cardiologist and make sure we're on the same page."
And then she gave us her worst case speech about how sometimes, if an irregular heartbeat goes on for too long there is always the chance of heart failure.
Does she have to say those things?
"But don't worry...if we think she's going into heart failure we'll just deliver her."
Yes please, I'll take the delivery.
Not because I'm worried about heart failure, but because I'm worried about total body failure...on my part.
And to wrap things up...
Jason barbecued fillet Mignon last night.
And he cooked corn on the cob.
And mashed potatoes.
And some amazingly delicious cheese/tomato/basil/olive oil/rosemary dish.
(Dear Becca, I stole the basil from your kitchen cupboard.)
And he cut up fresh cantaloupe.
When he asked what my favorite meal was, as we were eating all of this delicious food I said,
"I probably would have just made waffles."
He didn't know what he was getting when he married me.