So we go to Whole Foods for lunch and while Erin is standing in the sandwhich line I go cruise the cheese. Lo and behold they are carrying cheese curds, I could hardly believe my eyes. So I get back to work and call Ben and share the great news. They weren’t cheap but considering that I was on the verge of having some shipped in from Wisconsin, not a bad deal.
I tell him that we were eating them in the car… he’s like what by themselves? No poutine? I’m like well no we were in the car. So he demands to know why I had no contingency plan in place in the event that I came accross some cheese curds on my lunch break. I still didn’t get it. He was like listen, it’s simple. First you do to McDonalds for the fries, then swing by KFC for some brown gravy that should work in a pinch. Voila, poutine on the fly! I really had no response, I was really quite astounded because I think that plan might have actually worked.
After much waffling and indecision we managed to pick one and I think we’re happy with it… maybe… for now. It’s one of those convertible deals, the bed converts into a number of different things and eventually becomes a queen and the changing table becomes a sideboard.
I’ve only heard bad things about babies r us and their customer service so I went out on a limb and paid a little extra to get it from costco. On the upside it comes with the full sized rails so we won’t have to buy them later. I’m very excited….

1. Found out I’m getting laid off.
2. Missed my train
3. Totally blew a midterm only to get home to watch law and order and successfully argue both sides of a hearsay objection along with the tv… why couldn’t I put it down on paper?
4. Got a ridiculous email from some ridiculous people that took up more of my time and attention than it should have.
5. (Here is where it starts to perk up) Got a huge haul of maternity clothes from someone on the SEBalt kids listerv. Not that either of us actually live in Southeast Baltimore but whatever. She had a lot of great stuff for me.
Me: My pants feel funny
Ben: (Looking at me quizically) Uh…
Me: Where are the pockets?
Ben: (Silent)
Me: Goddamnit they’re on backwards aren’t they
Ben: (Remaining silent)
With 82 Days to go this doesn’t bode well.