Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Show Me . . . You're Nuts

Not "your" nuts, stop being gross.

What's up with the Baby Weirdness in Missouri?

Wasn't there another nutty baby story out of Missouri a couple of years ago? A baby taken from her mother's womb by an internet friend claiming to be a interested in a puppy or something?

I try to block out Crazy Baby "News" Stories, but I admit some particles filter through my all-C-SPAN,-all-the-time brain. God, how sad is it that I just typed that? For the record, I sometimes mix things up by watching C-SPAN2 ("The Deuce") and C-SPAN3 ("C-SPAN Deportes").

I sometimes get random, semi-frantic calls from my mother, in which she yelps "Did you hear about . . ." or "You're not eating spinach, are you?" For certain topics, I enjoy being able to honestly reply, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mom." I'm sure I'll get a call soon warning me not to announce Akutaq's birth in any way to the general public, lest some poor crazy woman try to steal her.

Since I don't live in Missouri, I'm probably safe.

1 comment:

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

I'm still not all that convinced that you don't want to see my nuts.

Well, not MY nuts. I have none, but the boys that read this.

I apologize. I am sleep deprived.