Because most philosophies that frown on reproduction don't survive.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

I have two announcements to make:

1) I spent yesterday in bed because I was sick enough that Darwin had to stay home with the girls;

and

2) I AM NOT PREGNANT.

Ya'll. Can a woman not get the 24-hour stomach bug without everyone wanting to telegraph congratulations? When I am pregnant, I will announce it by saying, "I am pregnant!" not by hinting coyly about how sick I've been. I hate hinters.

And I am better now and not in bed, so speculation may cease.

That is all.

8 comments:

Entropy said...

Geez, you're kinda crabby. Are you sure you're not pregnant? ;)

mrsdarwin said...

Har har. Very funny.

:)

Rick said...

LOL, entropy. I for one am glad that you're not pregnant yet, MrsD. I'd hate to see your hormones interfere with me and Darwin's forthcoming three-day drinking and gallivanting binge.

As for your heading - Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar - I'm afraid that expression is no longer valid. You can thank Bill Clinton for screwing that up too.

;)

The Opinionated Homeschooler said...

Pregnant? It hadn't even occurred to me that you might be. Until now that you bring it up...

Kiwi Nomad 2006 said...

Heh. You sound awfully defensive about this. You sure you are not hiding something??!!!!!

Seriously, hope that whole household is soon up and running again.

barbfromcincy said...

Hope everyone is well today...
God bless!

NAT said...

Emma Darwin had what, eleven kids? You're due. De Nile ain't just on the other side of the fence...or...whatever. Happy day after St Paddy's y'all.

Literacy-chic said...

Shucks. . . It would've been nice to have the company! ;)