Remember the story about how I called and spoke dirty to the Frenchman? Well, Spartan thought he was very funny by picking up the phone saying "Bonjour?" the next day. Though it sounded like him - I wasn't about to fall for it just in case so it stopped dead. "Uh. Hello? ... Spartan?" *side splitting laughter from the other end* "You are a brat Spartan. You will be punished." That punishment will commence in less than 8 hours...I'm so looking forward to seeing my Spartan! There is nothing in this world that can put a bigger smile in my heart. The punishment might have to wait...maybe.

24 days to paradise. For all you numerical wizards that is a mere 3.43 weeks. As mentioned before, I have already packed... but I think I will have to take everything out just to reassure myself that I haven't got any centipedes hitching a lift. I don't think I want to put on my sundress and glance down to see a broach with legs. That might put me in a padded room. Permanently.

Babies babies everywhere. My friend D had a little girl last week. She's adorable. Like a doll. My bff Carrie is due in a couple of weeks - can't wait till she can drink again (priorities). There are several others will growing tummies scattered about. What amazes me is how quickly you forget how little and helpless they are when they come out... and how much fun it is to get them out. Easier the second time. They shoot out like a well oiled cannon. (kidding...sort of) But then there they are, like cute little blobs - leaky blobs that cry but have really cute toes. They don't really do much at the beginning. They sleep and they don't really "learn" to cry until their lungs develop. So it IS kind of like having a toy. I like that I can visit them and then go home and sleep ALL night. ;-)