Listening to: Richard Strauss, Also Sprach Zarathustra
Later on today, I'm taking my three children up to the mountains to do an overnight camping trip (most likely along Tarryall Creek). Taking them and my neice and nephew (14 and 11, respectively) so don't expect much brain-work after I get back.
Also, the object of my affection returns on Saturday... *whew!*. My own happiness and sanity is the extent of my regard at the moment.
Until everything figures itself out, I have a little story for you:
My friend P and M have been trying to have a baby for awhile and recently decided to undergo fertility testing. P went to his first test, was handed a platic cup and pointed to the bathroom.
No magazines, no videos, P still did his best and after a few minutes, managed to produse a sample for the medical staff. Flushed and a little breathless, P took the cup back to the counter and sheepishly provided his sample.
The nurse looked at the cup and then informed P, "Sir... we were asking for a urine sample."
P told M, "Honey, we won't be going back there."
OK... well, I thought it was funny.
Until next time, you can read my posts on Blogging Baby. Cheers.