Mind You Don't Cut Yerself, Mordecai

In what must be an amazing confluence of events, Mrs. Sarcastro and I will be welcoming a new addition to the family. The new member will be joining us sometime in March. I would like to say that, " ...there was too much love and beauty for just the two of us. Every day we kept a child out of the world was a day he might later regret havin' missed." Those of you who didn't attend rural or religious schools know that it doesn't usually work that way.

Apparently, this woman, who looked as fertile as the Tennessee valley, couId definitely bear chiIdren. The doctor expIained that her insides were not a rocky pIace where my seed could undoubtedly find purchase.





Besides, these are getting too big to cuddle.









We fully expect to be in a blog feud with Lindsay over at Suburban Turmoil. She is due about the same time. We may have to Rochambeau over who gets the hospital bed. It is entirely possible that both women are due on the same day. Must have been a full moon that particular night in June. Or, I think it was June.

"C'mon kids, get away from Mr. Ferrier's car."