baby shower

I’m all over the blog world today. It’s about how awesome I am at baby shower games. I even had my picture taken by Donna Boucher. Check me out. Donna’s kind of a big deal in the blogging world. Over a million hits is a big deal. At the rate I’m going, it will take me 200 years to get there. She takes fantastic pictures and also happens to be my friend Patrick’s mom.

Baby showers are not my scene. I am uncomfortable saying “ooh” and “ah” and making small talk. I make children uncomfortable. Even my own niece is afraid of me. She bursts into tears whenever I’m within a ten foot radius. I think she’s considering a restraining order.

But despite all this, I got kudos on two blogs that are a lot more popular than mine. I must be doing something right. Now that word is out on how awesome I am at this baby stuff, people will probably expect me to start expecting soon. Let me just lay that rumor to rest.

Even when I was a kid and my sister and I would talk about what we wanted in our futures, I said I wanted to be married for at least four years before having kids. At least. I never wanted to be married just to have kids or have kids just because I was married. So the clothes were cute, the games were fun and the cake was good, but don’t expect the next shower to be for me.