It’s baby time around here.
Momma’s due date for “Number Two” was this past Sunday. So, as you can guess, we’re on pins and needles here. At any moment my life could turn into one of those Hollywood give-birth-to-a-baby-in-the-back-of-a-speeding-Ferrari-while-mobsters-fire-tommy-guns-from-motorcycles scenes. Or who knows, we could get trapped in an elevator, sitcom-style, forcing me to deliver my newborn son in the most comical fashion possible. (I’m thinking it’ll involve me losing my glasses. That’s always funny.) Regardless of how it all goes down, however, the arrival of my newborn son is going to be NUTS.
She couldn’t give a shit.