Or someone who is wearing turpentine shorts...
Ticketty-boo, Undead FRiends and those with a pulse. Back from the maternal-fetal specialist (por las mujeres encintas viejas, as I told the church ladies). The new little FReeper, expected ‘long about the end of January, has no visible health issues on the Level 2 ultrasound scan, and it’s a girl!
Certain teenage boys are fluffing their perfect hair in disdain, but they can just go away to college, can’t they. Sally is thrilled, which makes two of us. (The byos wouldn’t understand unless I produced an egg and buried it under a mound of leaves.)