Rare Smakk
On a very rare occasion, the Bunny is actually able to get a good dig in on me. Today she had that moment with the following text, "OMG! You're older than Big Bird!! He turns 40 this week." This message has been brought to you by the number 2...for how many times I'm going to kick her in the ass when I get home.

Class Smakk
Last night was the first of 3 classes I'm being dragged to...err...attending with the Bunny on the birthing of Smakkette. So it was basically all pretty common stuff but I did take home a few valuable nuggets:

Babies are born from a sewed up turtle neck sweater
The class was really a commercial for stem cell research and upgrading your delivery room to a suite (they may have got me on the suite)
Wet panties mean something completely different these days
A full grown person could be born through 10 centimeters dilated when you show it on an enlarged slide presentation
I am not allowed to be drunk during the delivery (what the hell?)

Next week I get to learn about this mystery item called a car seat and the final class is three hours on breast feeding At least I might volunteer for demonstrations on that last class...