verbiage: our breath be bated. still.
Hmph.
What’s the point of having your freaking water break if you don’t actually go into stinking labour?
WHAT’S THE POINT??
[Simmer.]
Why… NO! There is STILL no news on the whole frickin’ mysisterwhoeatspoospawningsometimeinthenearfuture front.
And YES! You are CORRECT! There IS the distinct possibility that the Nugget-To-Be is actively striving to STEAL MY FRIGGING BIRTHDAY!
AAAAAAAUGH!
The 13th is mine.
Back off, squirt.




September 11th, 2007 at 8:04 pm
Hey - YOU stole my mom’s birthday - which I suppose would be more relavant if we actually were related or knew each other..
Here’s a big “Happy Birthday” to you spelled out in cookies!
And one for the squirt - no cookies yet…
September 11th, 2007 at 8:50 pm
I am amazed at how you orchestrated yoursisterwhoeatspoo’s spawnery to land in the Month of Verbiage just to create verbiatory fodder.
Awesome.
September 12th, 2007 at 8:21 am
Awesome? Or scarily freaky??? Hmmmmmmm……..
September 12th, 2007 at 8:28 am
Don’t trust the tiny features and goo-goo sounds. Those little buggers are crafty.