Yes. I am happy. I live to make you cry.

So, today I went for the ol' physical. You know what that means. It means a stranger poking you in the most private of places. Sigh. Yesterday I went to a baby shower, and the two events--the shower and the physical exam--have become kind of interchangeable in my mind. There was also some sewing done in between, so there are swollen bellies, needles, lubricant, and cold steel all swirling around in my physical memory. Huh.

On a side, but related, note; did you know that one cat litter can have more than one father? Something I learned at the shower, natch.