And then I didn't blog about anything.

So, April 1^st  always throws me off a bit, mainly because I’ve come to realize that my day-to-day life is more or less an everyday version of April Fool’s Day. Which is a super mean way to keep me on my toes, UNIVERSE.

However, as much as I’d like to give you all some examples of this, I totally can’t today because my schedule is such that, as I type this, I’m supposed to be on my two minute scheduled bathroom break before diving into another meeting. So now I’m totally going to have to hold it, which is completely unhealthy and I’ll blame you all if I get sick.

Anyway, I’m mixing things up this week and will be posting tomorrow instead! And a real post, not this lame fake-post that you’ve totally wasted a whole minute reading.

BUT, just so you don’t walk away empty-handed, I’ll share this little conversation with you that CB and I had last night as we were dozing off to sleep.

CB: The only question is, will our kid have an arm or not?
Me: Um, I hope our kid has arms!
CB: No, an arm.
Me: I want our kid to have two arms! I don’t want him to have to just be a torso running around. I mean, I’ll love him the same, but I’d really prefer he has arms. And legs.

CB, laughing too hard to speak.

Me: You’re the devil. I can’t believe you’re laughing at our arm-less kid!

CB, still laughing.

Me: WHY are you laughing?
CB, finally able to get it together: I wasn’t saying I hope our kid has ARMS, I said I hope our kid has “an arm.” You know, like for baseball.  Like when they say “He’s got a great arm”? That’s what I meant.
Me: Oh Jesus, you have to be clearer next time! I thought you were talking about us having an arm-less child!
CB: There is something seriously wrong with you.

Silence.

 Me: Now I can’t stop thinking about our arm-less kid.
CB: Good night, crazy person.
Me: Good night.

Happy Monday, everyone!