You know what the worst thing about a hot, humid day in the 80's? It's having a pool you can't swim in. Picture it, nice cool pool water, hot sunny day, not allowed to get in. WTH, right? Our condo association has the pool only open on weekends until the 20th or something. Fascist pigs. Cheap bastards. Masochists.
So I went to the doctor yesterday. She claims that 1. I haven't gained any weight in 4 weeks and 2. the baby isn't big enough to be 36 weeks. (more like 31 weeks) WTH?! What does that mean? I certainly hope she doesn't expect me to carry this baby another nine weeks because that ain't happening. She referred me for a follow up ultrasound so they could check on things. Idiot doctors.
The four year old has been singing Come Out and Play by The Offspring lately. WTH? I don't even know where he got it from. I mean it may have been on the radio at one point but how he managed to pick up the lyrics is beyond me. Well I suppose it's better than some of the things the six year old sings.
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