I have to get this post in quickly because I go to the doctor tomorrow and then I’ll have to be writing a post about lying about my weight. Sheesh. The more things change, the more they stay the same. I’m not too worried about my weight because, I mean, Angelina Jolie gained 50 pounds and she dropped it right away.
RIGHT, she gained 50 pounds. People, let’s just say I have seen 180 pounds during pregnancy and Ms. Jolie was never 180.
And now. Drumroll please for the new vice.
Texas Hold ‘Em on the IPhone. Seriously, people. What the hell? My husband downloaded it onto my phone through some scam that only involved him paying once for it to go on both our phones. Now I find myself gambling at 2 in the morning. At least it is fake money. I know people playing poker at 2 a.m. with real money that they don’t have. Well, I guess they have the money. It’s just that the mortgage company thought they were entitled to it first.
OK, it was 3 a.m. Who the hell hung this lightbulb over my head?
If it makes you feel better, I didn’t play during church today. I thought about it. Believe you me, I thought about it.
Did I mention we are having another boy? This throws a wrench into my husband’s desire to name a child Sacagawea. It appears that the Lewis and Clark Expedition will have to end right here at Chateau Cookie. Whatever we decide to name #3, our goal is to make it as close to Ethan and Nathan as possible as to annoy those people who feel names of subsequent children should be different from the preceding children. Nethan, anyone?
Either way, #3 will have some form of a historic middle name. How many kids can say, “my parents picked my name from wikipedia’s american explorers? Seriously.