Aged, vintage, whatever

The Husband and I are getting aged, much like a certain present I got for him recently. Since he likes to have a well-stocked likker cabinet, I added to the selection. (He can handle it straight, but I need mine to be disguised as a margarita.) Plus, some other fine selections to be enjoyed with a few sips o' tequila.

I've officially given up on trying to surprise The Husband with gifts. Most of the stuff he likes is either very expensive, very technical, or both. ("What was the model of the new computer you wanted? Just wondering.") So I ask. It sucks -- I used to be really good at nailing down gifts people actually want -- but I guess it's all part of the humbling process that is life.

He, on the other hand, finds something for me that's almost always right on. (I say "almost" only because he had a learning curve.) We're trying to decide what I'll be reading when I'm in the hospital with TwoBoo. I thought about the book series on which HBO's "TrueBlood" is based, because I'm enjoying the tv show. But when I mentioned it to LK in an email, we both realized, um, it's kinda twisted to read a vampire novel while you're breastfeeding. So maybe not that one.

One skinny little line will do it

It's officially...

... in the mail. Even the ballot from my sister-in-law in Ireland -- she made dang sure she sent it in the second she got a chance.

Now you -- go save our country.

Can't... do... housework... too big...

This is the point in pregnancy at which washing dishes becomes a feat of endurance and ingenuity. For those of us who don't adore housework to begin with, that is.

It actually tires my arms to stand upright, reach over my belly and wash pots/pans/storage containers that can't be machine washed. Leaning on my elbows doesn't work either, because then my back starts complaining about the redistributed center of gravity.

And have you ever tried to wash dishes with your body facing the side, and your hands in the sink? Wow, does that ever not work.

Yes, I've thought of getting The Husband to wash the dishes. But he does wash some of the biggest dishes, thank goodness. The other day I came home while he was washing ALL of the dishes, and if I weren't incapable of moving that fast, I would've mauled him right there on the floor in gratitude.

If my belly is any indicator, I'm thinkin' TwoBoo will weigh in at least 10 lbs when he arrives next month. The Boy was 9 lbs. 1 oz.

'Scuse me while I go lay down.

Shocked! Shocked, I tell you!

Former Reagan speechwriter Peggy Noonan reacts to the latest Sarah Palin interview.

Naw, just kidding. She was responding to Jon Stewart talking about the code words politicians use to talk to their bases.

But isn't the other version more entertaining?