| 30 June 2003
It's a boy! How 'bout that shit? The woman working the ultrasound machine assured us that the appendage that floated in and out of our view was a penis. She even printed off a picture. I had to take her word for it, though. In other news, Tropical Storm Bill smacked the shit out of our neighborhood. Trees are down and cars on the sidewalk. Our power was out for a few hours, so we had to have take-out for dinner. It's tough being Sonya and Harold, but somehow we manage. |
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