Christina is in labor!!! Stay tuned!!!

(and Sea Island is just gorgeous, and this company that I joined impresses me more by the day.)

Quote of the night last night (to remain unattributed):

“She wants me to get a vasectomy. I want more children. Jihad.”

At Babies R Us today, the kind, burly boy who helped me load a crib into the car asked me how old I was, because I “didn’t look old enough to have two kids.” I answered “32” and he misheard me, obviously thinking I had said 22. He said, “Wow. You are only two years older than I am. What did you do, have your first right out of high school?”

I don’t know whether to be appalled or flattered.

11 days of school left. Bring on the tears. Natalie said she’s going to need a whole bottle of prozac to get through the last day. I may need a whole bottle of gin.

Au naturel, baby. Swing low, sweet chariots.

This is not shallow. This is … emotionally magnificent.

I am a great interviewee. Why? Because I have something no one else has: my brain. Which I use to my advantage. So advantageous.