Dear Readers

And I thought a trip with my kids was bad. I had forgotten the joy of being in a car with my sister and Mama for a day. Bitch-O-Rama pregzilla and my in-denial-about-her-loss-of-hearing Mother for 4 hours, telling me how to drive. Lisa said something "sicks me out," and my mom said, "Six meows? What?"

Times four hours.

Did I mention my sister was pregnant? She got all over me because I divulged the pregnancy here on Dogwood Girl. Not because I had let the cat out of the bag. Because I hadn't given it's own individual post.

So, there will be a very heartfelt post about my excitement over my sister's impending child in your near future. Very heartfelt. Not at all contrived or guilt-induced. Not at all.

I love the fetus, Jacquez. Yes, I said Jacquez. It's a fucking Gator-fetus.