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That's the difference in temperature over the last 48 hours -- -22 on the way to work Tuesday night and 37 on the way down to Anchorage for dinner tonight.  I'm beginning to see why locals wear flip flops when it's 40...

It's Cold!

Yo, people, it's COLD!  I glanced down at the stupid weather bug icon, and, to my surprise, it tells me that it's -17 outside. Brr.

How about me?

Rest assured mrtl and the girls are having fun without me!

Ancient Chinese Secret

So while I'm waiting for mrtl's labor to begin in earnest, I snuck out to get some take-out from one of the local Chinese joints...the fortune was very fitting:

YOU WILL FIND COMFORT IN A NEW RELATIONSHIP

I don't normally put stock in fortunes from fortune cookies, and even resisted adding the obligatory "in bed" to the end of this one, but it was...nice!

Off to the hospital to visit mom and baby...

A Bug Shall Be Born

Today was born the newest Bug in the mrtl menagerie, J.E.M. aka Frida.

She came into the world at 6:43pm with a minimum of complication and weighed in at 7 pounds, 6 ounces, and measured 21 inches.

Mom and baby are doing well and bonding happily.

More will follow, but be advised mrtl will not be home until Saturday night.

Bug will meet the new Bug tomorrow afternoon.  There will be photos.

Today the Day?

*Pound Pound Pound*  Who the hell is pounding on the door while I'm trying to sleep?  *Ding Ding Ding*  Who the hell is ringing the doorbell?  *HEY, ANYONE HOME* someone yells INSIDE MY HOUSE!  Turns out mrtl's been trying to call and I never heard a peep since I was asleep.  The neighbor has busted into the house to wake me, since MRTL's at the hospital BEING INDUCED....(don't worry, the neighbor had a key)

More later

Yes, mrtl is pregnant

So mrtl makes her way to the kitchen from upstairs and I hear the crinkle of plastic...what could it be? Another puff from the crack pipe known as the reece's cup baggie?  Another huff of the sugar cookie elixir? Hmm.  What's that?  The microwave? What's going on here?  Gah! What's that God-awful smell?  Smells like cat shit.  Out comes mrtl to the couch where I'm slaving away on the computer, dutifully researching arcane sports trivia, and down she plops.  Into her mouth goes A SUGAR COOKIE WITH NUKED REECE'S CUPS ON IT!  The humanity.  I'd rather sniff Slava's Big White Butt Hole than ever smell that ungodly concoction ever again.

The End.

Testing (and Freezing)

Just testing my ability to post...and noting that it's *NEGATIVE 18 DEGREES OUTSIDE!!*