My Not-at-Costume-College Sunday

The (family-only) baby shower was today. My sister flew down from Washington to attend. I didn't find out until she walked in the restaurant. I am never, ever trusting any of my relatives again! They're all lousy secret-keeping wossnames!

But Squiddle now has a stroller. And its own personal bathtub. I don't even have a bathtub! Also, blankies and bottles and booties and just about everything that was left on the shopping list. Additionally, it will not need any more clothing until it's a year old. :) And as people have pointed out, there's still Christmas between now and then....

Last night, Wonderful Husband sanded the second window frame in Squiddle's room. Today, since Michael, our handyman, flaked on us for the third time in a row, he put the first two basecoats of white on it while I was out doing girly things with rellies. One more coat of white (which he's doing now) and all that's left to be done is pretty much rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. (Michael, incidentally, is not going to be getting any further work from us. Our house has been torn apart for two weeks because of his "oh, I totally forgot about today" attitude. Physically, he is my age. Mentally, he's half of it. If that. We are Not Happy.)