My birthday present came in the mail today (an under-the-counter radio for our kitchen--YAY!--other than the fact that it now needs to actually be put under the counter...hmmmm...I wonder who I can get to that?) along with a very overgrown boppy which is basically a desperate attempt for me to find pillows that I'm actually comfortable sleeping on right now. Crossing my fingers and praying this will work.
Then a co-worker of mine dropped off about 5 books on pregnancy, babies, etc as well as a bag full of other goodies like maternity clothes. She just had her second baby so is not going to be needing any of them for awhile. I feel very blessed.
Rory: Can brains hurt?
Lorelai: Yes, it's hypochondria hour.
Rory: No, I'm serious. Last night when I was reading my biology chapters I distinctly heard a ping in the vicinity of my brain.
Lorelai: Your brain pinged?
Rory: Yeah. It just went like 'dink'.
Lorelai: Well then, honey, your brain dinked. It didn't ping.
Rory: Well I hardly think a dinking brain is better than a pinging brain.
I think I dinked. Brain quit functioning. Very problematic when trying to get things done at work.