I got my car back from grea and mysterious "Shop" this week. It still smells like the floor of a barn and the paint is still barely passable, but the engine purrs like a kitten and she runs like a scared jack rabbit.
I started classes at UCD yesterday, though I failed to meet up with
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*pant* *pant*
As for the baby fever...
AARGH!!! I know!! Is it the time of year or something? Though I can't stand pickles... Chris' family's joke is that I'll eat steak when I get knocked up. Doesn't sound too appealing now, but who knows?
So... since we're racing, does that mean that if one of us gets pregnant that the other can throw up her hands and say, what the hell, me too? 'Cause I'm liking that idea.
Mostly kidding. *sigh*
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Heeeey ... "She's pregnant and will need my support, so I have to get pregnant, too!" This sounds like an excellent idea. I would rather have company while I waddle, anyway!
*self control wavering*
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