PARTY DOWN!!!

I AM A TENURED TEACHER!!! AT LONG LAST!!!

Eleven years of waiting. Must be a record.

Even Brian is saying it

Last night, Brian mentioned that we need to get my mother's ring updated now that we know when Charissa was born. After a moment's discussion over whether they would be able to update the ring or if I would need a ring guard, he said, "Well, maybe we'd better wait to do it, just in case we decide to go for another one."

Interesting...

And, as a side note, the one who rarely gets anxious for anything is now dying for the next 6 weeks to pass.

BIG NEWS IN THE CITY THIS WEEK!

First comes Charissa. THEN, on Thursday, comes the biggest drug bust in probably the history of Falmouth.

And I'm wondering why I feel so tired! Too much adrenaline through the week.

If you're not keeping up on the baby blog

This is the week. We'll "meet" our daughter.

And last night was the first time I've had the "what-am-I-doing???!!!" thoughts I've expected all along. What's up with that, anyway?

If you know Brennan

The other day, Brennan went to his new hole/room, the basement. He stayed there in spite of the fact the rest of us were up here. I, in my infinite wisdom, called to him, "Brennan! Come on up here and be social!"

"Why?" he called from the basement.

Brett-the-Socialite nearly busted a gut. "Did he just ask 'why'?"

I'm getting it

Grace is changing a lot at our house.

The intelligence factor

The brightest man in our building--and maybe the brightest man I know--wrote a scholarship letter for Brandon G. He addressed it "Falmouth Women's Club." His greeting--"Dear Sirs."

Mallory

I can't decide if I just don't WANT to believe it or if there is nothing to believe. The source, considering, isn't always the most credible, so I want to think that no, it isn't true. But it does strike fear.

Karen just asked me about Mallory W. having throat cancer.