Back from San Fran where I danced and went swimming and watched my daughter dance in the atrium of the Museum of Modern Art in downtown SF.
Now I'm bedded down in a house out in the country with a view of Mt Rainier enough to knock your socks off, waiting for a baby.
We gave the mom a castor oil concoction which will hopefully work to nudge the baby to come out. I thought about going home and coming back, but what the heck. We're here, we have snacks and the dad built us a fire and gave us blankets to sleep under.
Come on, baby, it's fine out here.
I only wish I could take my effing bra off. Undergarments, the curse of all womankind.
3 comments:
I dreamed I burned my Maidenform bra. Haha!
Let's just quit wearing those fuckers. What the hell? Why do we conform to the wearing of them? Us? Why?
I'm glad you got to dance. I'm glad you're back. I hope that little baby decided to come out and be home.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! A giant burning bra bonfire, yeah!!!
that has so made me laugh......as long as you've got snacks!!
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