I'm sitting in my bedroom on the laptop.
I have a bottle of wine (not pregnant yet. Scared as hell), 2 blue markers, 8 copies of McCain bingo, a knitty knoddy (not sure how to spell it), some yarn I spun 15 or so years ago and a nervous tummy.
As Bernie Mac used to say: "Please, America." Please don't let me down.
I was going to try and knit something with the yarn, but I'd forgotten that 15 years ago I'd apparently been trying to spin thread, so I have enough yarn to knit half of one booty. For a newborn.
Ah, crap, I'm too nervous to write.