We live in a SHOE!

Uhhh. Is it possible to be hungover before you've even started drinking? Big celebration at our house because my sister is pregnant again. Fifth kid. Never knew Tony had it in him. So to speak.

Naww, now I have images in my head that I really didn't want. The party hasn't even started yet and it's louder than Krakatoa here. I'm happy for Maria and all but this isn't really what I had planned for my Saturday night. She only found out this morning and Ma's already bought booties. And I'm pretty sure there's talk of turning my room into the new nursery since the old nursery is still filled with pre-teen kids. That is not happening. I can't get usurped by an embryo. God, I'm using words like usurped. I need a drink.

Somebody save me.