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“Why are you always late then?” Jenny asked me over breakfast.
“Because I hate waitin’.”
“How does that work?” she wondered.
“If I’m late I don’t have to wait at all, do I?”
I guess the nipper feels the same.
Even Jenny’s getting antsy. The mother-to-be found more windows to clean, actually looked forward to going grocery shopping today, and we’ve taken to fighting over whose turn it is to do the washing up. “It’s my turn.” Every pipe has been painted, carpet hoovered, floor mopped – the Wohnung has never been cleaner.

There wasn't a peep from the ever-growing belly at the doctor's on Monday. They hooked it up to a machine so we could listen to the inhabitant’s heartbeat. Everything cool, everything normal, everything totally relaxed. It sounded like it was galloping around on a little horse, but the gallops were regular and it didn't seem to be in any hurry to gallop out. It seems we could be in for the long haul.
You think that's bad you should try watching The Pink Panther in German. They gave the poor pink one a name - "Paulchen" - and there's a voice over narrating the whole time - in rhyme! Ridiculous!
ReplyDeleteRidiculous is too small a word.
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