Dear Kid:

You'll be here in 5 weeks. Well, technically, according to the range of "normal" births with respect to due dates, you'll be here in 2-7 weeks. (two??!! oy.)

What do you look like? Do you have dark eyes and an ample bottom like both of your parents?

And do you like it when I tickle what I can only assume is your little butt, or is that little kick that follows a display of "my mom is so embarrassing" annoyance?

Also, did you know that your momma looks like a crazy person when she talks to you while she is driving?

"Nice" it forward (part II)...

So some mysterious stranger paid for the Daewoo's repairs last week. Out of nowhere. 100% paid. Yep, apparently that really happens sometimes. In Brentwood, no less!

(Nubira, it seems, was leaking/spilling/emitting something that was spilling/leaking/emitting onto something else, and creating a lovely mixture of carbon monoxide to be breathed in by the passengers. Don't ignore when your car smells "hot", folks.)

Evan was the one to call me with the news. After my initial "YAY!!", what was my reaction?

Was it "God has blessed us with a gift, which we should use to help others"? Sadly, no, although my good husband brought that to my attention later that day. (I swear... I so married up.)

Was it "ooooh! I has a secret admirer!!"? Hee hee... no. Although I do have this nice rack these days..

It was "Good heavens! What on EARTH was I wearing where I looked so poor and pitiful that some well-meaning stranger mistook me for a ragamuffin??"

I brought brownies and a thank-you note to the car shop the next day, and thanked my lucky stars that the kind stranger would never know the extent of my ridiculous paranoia.

Now, what to do with the extra $300 that didn't go to Rhea Little's Auto Shop. There is this village in Kenya that does need a water well...

Dear Kid:

I sure do love you.

See you next month.

love,
Mom